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Haven't written anything in a while because I've been working on my novel
The man burst through the city gates and collapsed as the last of his strength deserted him. For a moment I was stunned, but then I came to my senses and went to close the gates before the city streets clogged with sand. I then went to help the fallen man. His clothes had obviously once been very opulent, but living in the desert had reduced them to little more than rags which clung to his gaunt frame. His once luxurious, flowing beard was now a matted, dishevelled mess which stood out in odd directions. His ribs were showing and his limbs had been atrophied by starvation and were little more than twigs. He sighed and I could tell it was his last. The Desert had chewed him up and spit him out to die.
