Last night, I slept restlessly in the desert near the Pakistani boarder. The sandy blasted winds snuck through the holes of the heavy blankets and sending icy gusts down my spine. I looked out at my camels saddle, sitting on the silver-lined crest of a sand dune and couldn't help but to think of a girl's hut we had pasted earlier that day.
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