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The Suspended Refuge
Hooded figure seen from behind, walking through the desert toward a low sun with a notebook in hand

Story 4 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

The Walking Horizon

A refuge in motion

Sometimes the air changes and the need to leave is born. You take little (water, a notebook, a worn pencil) and walk across the sand until walking itself feels like home.

When everything settles, you discover that the tracks behind you have vanished.

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