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in the desert you can't remember your name
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On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life... There were plants and birds and r o c k s and things. THERE WAS S A N D AND HILLS AND R I N G S. The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and the sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound...
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