...tropical campfire's...

Somewhere in the great

desert ocean the mighty

bird stretches her wings.

Night is falling and the

horizon slowly disappears

into the stars. Now she

must navigate by the

southwestern tropical

campfire's mambo raga

songs, their sounds rising

from the desert floor up

with the winds lifting her

higher and higher and

finally giving her a dead

reckon, eastward, to the

oasis and her home.

Off to her right she sees

the faint glimmer of





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