I limped away into the night I could've stayed but for the fright as shadows shimmered ...dancing on the fire light
When shadows whispero’er desert dunes
the blazing sun blisters, the dry wind attunes... ...and those whispering echoes roar like typhoons...
A silhouette, an echo, a shadow a glimmering mirage, on a distant plateau in a withering barrage of beckoning…
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