Whistle My Name A Sandstorm Whisper

9 Mar

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“What do you want?”

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“…I…don’t know how to put this…”

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“I met her in the desert, but I had the distinct impression this all happened in the future…that is: the series of events I’m about to relate to you.”

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“Do you like blue flowers or red flowers?”

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“I don’t remember. I do remember it happened in early spring. My horse had just come down from the mountains to bring the family fresh spring water.”

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“We were feeling trapped, as usual. But then we started dreaming about dragons and everything was fine again.”

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“What happened next…I mean…after the funeral…”

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“They weren’t mean spirits, but they were wild animals.”

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“Can you repeat what you said before? I wasn’t even listening.”

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“When bees harvest their eggs from the deep dark oceans, a terrible wind might blow.”

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