It stays.

And the storm passed, leaving the boy in the desert of bones. His sweat kissing his lips on the way to its grave. Two times, he failed, thrice, he tried. And now he stood with the fruit he desired, of a stubborn tree.

He gaveup his hope. But hope never left. It stays.

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