The Gift of the Huacachina Dunes

The Gift of the Huacachina Dunes In vast, open spaces the wind hums across the sand, singing to the heavens above. The grains leap into the air and swirl around his toes, fingers, cheeks, and finally the curls of his hair. 635 more words

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