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Hide. Pull veils of sand from the land to wreathe your silent form. It didn�t work. Your shadow is stark against the ground, a dark blot, like the pupil of an eye. Yet you are oddly transparent, a wraith juxtaposed in front of the burning slope. You sit with the desert, alone, but for the wind that whispers lilting ululations to your pink curled ear. |
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