Standing on the edge of the dune sea of the Namib, in the last light of the day, my legs pelted by the grains of blowing sands, I am both present and timeless.
There are no sands more ancient anywhere else on earth. Water only comes here as early morning fog from the sea. The dunes march away fifty miles to the Atlantic. Behind me a gravel plain stretches to the other horizon as desolate as the sands before me.
Life is much simpler here. I hope to keep a bit of that simplicity within me for a little while.
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