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... esert poplars and other various forms of flora. At the same time, I could hear the occasional loud high-pitched cry of birds and the sounds of dry grass rustling in the wind. The blazing heat soon chilled to a more comfortable temperature as the sun descends towards the horizon and the looming shadow of the mesa creeps over the ground. The surface of the mesa was rugged and worn down by the wind over time with countless ridges and small caves littered on the walls. Walking closer I could see tha ...
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