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The air was dry that day. Drier than normal. As you take a step outside of your tent into the harsh desert sun the light assaults your eyes. Beads of sweat roll down your forehead and run down to your collar, moistening the neck of your shirt, a welcome phenomena in this blistering heat.
You scan the horizon. All you can see is a large bluff in the distance, the same as the last time you looked. But it's not like you actually expected it to be any different. You just needed to see it again. That towering rock way out there on the horizon fills you with determination and makes your blood boil in ways the sun never could.
>"Anon?!"
You hear someone calling to you from inside the tent. A woman with a thick southern accent.
>"C'mon now, it's time to start movin' out. We slept way past sunrise already."
A sturdy woman of about 40 years old emerges from the tent with backpack in one hand and a flask of water in the other. Before you can say anything to her she shoves both of them into your hands.
>"I'm gonna put up the tent. Get your gear on. We gotta go if we're gonna make it sunday."
In the woman's eyes you can see your reflection. What do you see?
