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The desert were a paradise/ If thou wert there, if thou wert there
John Burns, 1858-1943

Finally, after three hours of racing across desert, we made it through to the Arabian Sea. We had seen so much of desert the entire afternoon that the hazy blue in the distance looked like some promised land, a fantastic sight and well worth the effort. Towards the end the desert seemed to change, a monumental heaving and sighing of the earth as it rose into huge dunes, like one last massive effort before tumbling into the sea.

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