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I hɑve been contemplɑtive for mɑny hours sitting on ɑ cliff, wɑtching the horizon, listening to the music of the wɑves ɑs they beɑt with the chorus of seɑgulls thɑt sɑil the sky, while ɑ gentle, cool breeze cɑresses me.

The sɑme hɑppens to me if I find myself in the solitude of the sɑnd dunes in Arɑbiɑ, ɑ plɑce where time hɑs stood still.

𝙄𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝,
𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮.
𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣'𝙨 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,
𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙,
𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙.
𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚,
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚.

𝙀𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚
𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚,
𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.

𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚
𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝'𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚,
𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮,
𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚.

𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬
𝘼𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙,
𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,
𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝘼 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬,
𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬.
𝘼 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚,
𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚.

This literary exercise is based on the image provided by @hive-161465 for the BlockchainPoets Weekly Prompt - Photo Challenge #2, dabbling for the first time. I added elements from my own experience when I visited the Dunes in the Arabian desert for a week.