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Riding out the desert storm, while trying to find my way back home, no escape in sight.

Am I destined to die in this blazing dust devil?

I call for help, yet my eyes betray me by showing a shape in the clouds. I can see a lone Indian brave on a horse, his spear aimed east and his hand waves assuring.

I travel his way, the dust settles and I am in the shade of that lone shadow on the sky. I feel rejuvenated.

Following it, I return home.

I'm left to wonder...was it ever my home or his?

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