The water that runs through the stream by the way is so cold that it brings pain as she washes the mud off her feet. She is now out of the quicksand, at least this patch of land is solid, but the cold waters hurt as they wash away the quicksand. As time passes she grows numb to the cold water.
Sitting by the water now, she contemplates what may come next...
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