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Shelter from the StormThe wind was honking up top at about 30 mph, driving sand in my eyes, my ears, my nose. I watched sheets of sand rising from the dunes on gusts of wind, then skim across the tops of the ridges until it hit me, stinging my hands and ears. There's only so much of that a guy can take so I ducked down into a trough and experienced almost complete silence and stillness. Just another mystery of how the dunes operate, I guess. Oh, you can also see the photographer on the top of the hill. He hasn't changed positions, I have. |
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