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You catch the bubble. The desert lands in your hand. It grows and grows until you are actually inside it. You see nothing but miles of sand around you. Lyrcs from an old Genesis tune come into your mind.

So I pretended to have wings for my arms
And took off in the air.
I flew to places which the clouds never see,
Too close to the deserts of sand,
Where a thousand mirages, the shepards of lies
Forced me to land and take a disguise.
I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back
If I could find a horse not made of sand. (see footnote)

You feel this Genesis song, "Mad Man Moon," has a vital clue to your existance in this barren place.

You look around you. To the North there is nothing but sand. To the South, the same. To the West, you see what looks like movement in the distance, perhaps people? To the East you think you see the glimmer of water. Or is it a mirage? You decide to take your chances and head...

footnote:
Banks, Tony. "Mad Man Moon." A Trick of the Tail. Genesis. 1976 Anthony Banks Ltd/Hit & Run Music (Publishing) Ltd.

If anyone has a problem with me quoting those lyrics or I didn't give enough credit, please email me at tyrsia@go.com and I will do what it takes to make amends.

Genesis rules especially thier old stuff you should go buy one of their cds right now and listen to it!!!!!!

By: tyrsia

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