Rollling Dust

The chilling howl of a distant wolf cuts through the silence of the old dusty railroad station, as bone chilling wind whips past.In the distance, red clouds roll on, and the soft orange glow of the setting sun in the horizon gives the picture a feint eeriness. Dust settles itself, just to be picked back up by the harsh whips of the wind. With cacti as far as the eye can see and tumble weeds dancing about, even the most dreadful of man would stop to stare at this picture perfect scene, and just watch the rolling dust.





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