Galloping into the desert, dust flying behind, leaving
a cloud in the atmosphere that dissipates slowly in an
arid and invisible breeze.
Combining twists and turns into mirages, popping up and
down before me as I travel further into denizens of the
desert, finding it's heated isolation tolerant.
Taking me into magical and mysterious paths of linguistic
adventures, visiting an oasis of mathematical equations,
adding to depths of solutions in the interim.
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