Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Desert Gear

Rozalb de Mura Spring/Summer 2008

The sun felt severe, uncompromising. The man stopped from his staggering walk, lowered his head, breathing heavily. Dancing waves of heat scorched the mirrors of his eyes. Infinite and implacable, the desert lay in front of him, vast expanse of rock reigning supreme.

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