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Surprised, I thump down on soft and warm sand.
There is sand all the way up to the horizon, as far as my eyes can see.
Could this be the Sahara desert my father talked about?
The wind has blown the fine, rustling sand into high sand dunes.
Various insects crawl at my feet, and there is a quick sand snake wriggling close to me.
I’m lucky to be wearing my magic boots.
It’s so baking hot that I’m happy to take a stride forward.
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