A TREK ACROSS THE SHIFTING DUNES

The sun beats down upon your shoulders/our backs/his neck, baking the sand read more until it shimmers. Ahead/Behind you/To your left stretches an endless expanse of orange/golden/crimson dunes, rippling and swirling/shifting/rocking in the desert wind. This is Hajarwd, a place where time stands still/moves slowly/is forgotten. The whispers/Ru