
A bumblebee bounced around.
Miles below him the line of dust continued crossing the valley, sending its flags into the air like smoke signals of forgotten interpretation. It was headed south and gaining ground fast. At the tip of this spear-shaped cloud of airborne earth, whatever was ripping dust from its resting place was still too far away, too small to see.
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