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A girl sits in meditation at the edge of the desert,Author's Notes
The sky turns gold and pink over the pastel sands.
Is it her time to make this journey,
As all her mothers have before her?
To step boldly into the deadly crystal desert
And hope the Gods consecrate her with rain?
After writing Under the Waterfalls for the July Muse Fusion, I finally grabbed the first prompt that caught my eye, much earlier that day. And I wondered, what significance would a thunderstorm have for Rraneffa's people.
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