His ha-ha grated on our ears as he fled down the stairs three steps at a time with us in hot pursuit.
The baby's crying. I'll bbiab.
I did fulfill another dream, however, one that began when I first looked down on the Takla Makan Desert from atop a 17,000-foot mountain in Russian Turkestan. I dreamed of traveling through Central Asia and finding people not yet influenced by our civilization. It may seem strange that someone in love with boats and the sea should love the deserts of Central Asia. The Takla Makan is as far from the sea as you can get. Yet, the sea and the desert are strangely similar. The illimitable expanses of both, stretching away to the horizon on all sides, can inspire exhilarating feelings of freedom, of being master of your own fate. Both the desert and the sea can also be pitiless to the lazy, the unprepared, the unwary traveler who ventures upon them. He may pay with his life for his shortcomings.
[T]he tractor struggles and muggles through the overgrown tour path, the tall grass whispers on the bottom of our cage, …
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