There is an illusion before me:
A lake.
A tree.
Wind.
There is water in the lake.
There is water in the tree.
There is water in the wind.
I ran, once, through a Dust Devil.
There is water in the dust.
There is water in me, too.
God, take all this water away,
And let me see what's left.
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