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Sand

A sandstorm is a weird thing: you call out in the black to find out where you are; you stumble around like zombies; everything is caked with sand, and tastes of sand, and smells of sand; vehicles can't move, people wait inside them; you cry sandy tears for a couple of hours after coming back in; when you get to the shower and the water hits your hair, your skull bleeds mud.

 

The shirt was gray when I went out.

 

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Taken on June 17, 2009