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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 12:27 pm
Almost idly, his mind went back home again. "You forgot how the plants blossom and fill a desert with color when a rare rain washes over it..." Though his knowledge was limited by such a short time, what he did remember was the first thing he saw was amply dry one day, and the next, a hard shower passing through, followed by more heat... But the blossoming of desert plants. "Maybe some day... I'll just visit, to pay hommage to a place like the land I was born in yet still very different... I almost miss having no grass to speak of around me."
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