Campsite

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She turned her eyes to the ground.
Almost too blurry to see anything

She needed to find her glasses soon
Her head was killing her

She looked around the campsite
Not a single thing was left behind

Not a tent.

Not a bottle.

Not a campfire.


She stood a moment
Figuring out what she should do

If she should walk
If she should run
If she should climb
If she should swim

If she

Should


Just


Stay








Still...

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