| DUST BLOWS INTO THE EYES OF THE TRAVELERS
WHISPERS SPEAK INTO EARS OF THE SCAVENGERS RATTLESNAKES LAY IN DIRT TRAILS THE INDIAN SINGS AS THE HUNTERS RUB THEIR EYES IN DISBELIEF THE CROSSPATHS HAVE THE BLOOD OF WHITE MEN AND BONFIRE ASHES THE CACTI ARE DRIED OF WATER
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