….filled the horizon. It was early dawn, I had waited for this moment for many moons. Geometrical shapes contrasted with the soft flow of the horizon, did not end.
A dubious desert, full of prickly pear shrubbery coaxed danger in the form of — the javalina.
Hhh,
don’t pronounce the Jjj.
His snout was low to the dust looking for luscious spiny fruit….
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