TRANSMISSION
Over the distant wires the
message came loud and clear:
'We are losing everything,
there is no hope here.'
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Fifty miles of daylight between
the plea and the help. Time
too long for waiting. Water
and mountain of hilltop and
dale; canyons and gulleys,
hardly a trail.
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What would I do if I had the
means? Send back a message,
'It's not what it seems.'
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