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Daily Archives: August 4, 2003
The Desert
The edges of his shoes were scuffed and nicked, and a layer of dust clung to them. The sound of a pebble as he scrunched it underfoot made him look down and notice, each step stirring up a small cloud … Continue reading →
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Tagged aloneness, barrenness, deserts, excerpts, metaphor, solitude
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