Blisters
Damn it’s hot
How does the wind make the sand
Stand up and dance like that
Why is the shade so close to
Those sharp spikes
I’ll have to dig a hole to really
Cool off
Piling the sand on the sun side
At least the cactus tastes good
That’s it
No more day trips
Nightwalkers get to shiver
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