I was adrift in the desert once. The people there had a party; ephemeral but diverting. They regaled me with hums and clicks and a whoosh. I inquired of them “Say, have you horderves here? My pockets are bare. I have dallied, and meandered. I have time to spare.” They gave me drink from the Fishhook cacti and said dine on mesquite. I thought to stay longer, but they bade me adieu. Nightfall came upon me, and I made my way to the inn. Perhaps one day I will return, and party with the people of the desert once again.
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