#07

Over there, between the sand hills there is a secret path that leads somewhere else. Once upon a time, I think it was a dark winter Sunday when a dusty cloud wounded while trying to fly over the highest sand hill. Two drops of water fell from its wound and the two drops created a clod of clay. Underneath the clay, it suddenly appeared a stone tile of an ancient path. We dug the clay and the sand with our hands, trying to follow the path... we are still trying.