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An English Desert
Parched grass. A walk across fields and mounds where branches and weeds lie unconcealed, waiting to take thirsty hikers by surprise.
The midday heat bears down on the hiker, raw and unrelenting.
Fields surround the trail, each like the last, so that north and south and east and west merge, teasing the hiker with countless possibilities.
And still, the journey goes on.
The midday heat bears down on the hiker, raw and unrelenting.
Fields surround the trail, each like the last, so that north and south and east and west merge, teasing the hiker with countless possibilities.
And still, the journey goes on.
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