Now that I know, I tread carefully in the dunes. Deep beneath I imagine could be a spice worm, that I know not to disturb. Coyote tracks seem to pass through melange traces left in the sands, but for all I know its path could lead deep into the desert for a searchers of truths.
I joke about having a Carlos Castaneda moment in the desert, or seeking out the inner Kwisatz Haderach that might yet have many thousands of years to come, for in my reality there is a presence in the dunes.
The dunes are places of mystery, places to be experienced, learn self truths, and to come closer to one’s own existence. It can be hot during the day and cold at night. A place…
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