Red Heart of the DesertRed Heart of the Desert
Jasmine slowly walked along the edge of the dune, letting the sand slip through her fingers like warm time. The silence of the desert was thick, almost tangible – you could touch it, breathe it in, dissolve into it. The warm wind gently caressed her face and shoulders, as if nature was touching her so closely for the first time. And she smiled, accepting this touch as an invitation to an intimate conversation with the world.
Jasmine slowly walked along the edge of the dune, letting the sand slip through her fingers like warm time. The silence of the desert was thick, almost tangible – you could touch it, breathe it in, dissolve into it. The warm wind gently caressed her face and shoulders, as if nature was touching her so closely for the first time. And she smiled, accepting this touch as an invitation to an intimate conversation with the world.
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