She was lost in her thoughts.  The desert air was beginning to shimmer over the dunes, and she was beginning to feel the heat of the sun on her face.  “Write!”  she heard the word deep in her heart and soul.  She had been hearing this so frequently over the last several flood cycles.  Her...

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