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She just sat there, still, absorbing the colors of the desert. Green dots of dryness splattered over the sands, a touch of blue a mirage of moisture. The tender contours of the mountains merged with the skies, until all was left was a hazy dream. All ceased – to be. To simply be…
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Cheri Lucas Rowlands has challenged us to show a fleeting moment. And I have chosen this photo, where the grains of sand soon will bow to the wind and the fleeting impression of my passing will be erased.
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