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Creatures watching through
thick and milky lenses, peering into the light. A landscape of desolation and danger. The
narrow path of footsteps on the dune in the morning. Or at midday, a tunnel of darkness
and shadow against the ball of sun, reflection of sand. Not a land of open probability,
but a slim edge of the possible. Hunting in the eye of the dust devil. Mating in the
charity of a moment.
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STORY 1
Flora. Fauna. Humana.
Aura. Agua
STORY 2
part 1
part 2
part 3
STORY 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
STORY 4
part 7
part 8
part 9
part 10
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