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“Please!”  I whisper as the grit in my mouth hurts my tongue.

“Please!”  I beg as a tiny cloud floats over my head.

“Please!”  I yell as the selfish cloud mocks me and drifts away.

“Please!”  I cry as I fall to the dry, dusty ground that holds my family’s future.

“Please!”  I sob as a tear rolls off my cheek and soaks into the parched ground.

“Please!”  I pray and hope that the tear is not the last water we see.


Gabriella Eck, age 12
Jasper, Indiana

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