“They gathered and began the sandwalk, gliding over the surface in a broken rhythm that wo
“They gathered and began the sandwalk, gliding over the surface in a broken rhythm that would disturb no maker.” “They fell into the disjointed rhythm of movement across this broken land." "There was no rhythm to it that might tell a marauding worm something not of the desert moved here.” -- source link
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