Noloholo, Day 51: Impressions
Through the whispering grasses we drive, the afternoon sun browning us to the color of everything else touched by those rays in this landscape, until we too dry and murmur like the rushes in the wind. We’re headed toward Lorkimon, the ridge that rises like a fish’s spine above the Steppe in the distant north. The day had been an unlucky one - one
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