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An English Desert, Heat
Dry rocks and sand-like dust. The grass has burnt away.
The temperature soars, but the journey goes on without an end in sight.
The hiker doesn’t know which way to go. He takes another sip of water from his pouch and studies the map.
Everywhere is identical and bleak, a desert in the middle of English countryside.
The temperature soars, but the journey goes on without an end in sight.
The hiker doesn’t know which way to go. He takes another sip of water from his pouch and studies the map.
Everywhere is identical and bleak, a desert in the middle of English countryside.
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