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She had made something of a home here in the dry place. sometimes the wind picked up and made the air dryer than you could imagine. Throwing the sand into her eyes, it was coarse and rough and irritating. She hated the dryness, the sand in the air. Truly, this place was forgotten by the mother. So w...

She crested the water and looked over at the horizon - Sand and nothing else. She was here . The swim was over, through cold waters to warm waters. She was here . The place she heard of. A haven of the mother in a place forsaken by her. She was here . A desert, a place not fit for a respectable liza...