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And then we imagined a UFO flying over those mountains. Rachael said softly, "This... this is a Salvidor Dali painting." The pure white dunes radiated against our hungry eyes and soon it was hard to tell the true color of even the sky. There was no sound, there was no shade, there was no easy way to settle. We both lit our cigarettes and watched... two tiny ants on this roadside terrestrial landscape. One hour. A few yards travelled. Memories forever.