Sweeping winds rising, flowing across the desert, now
stirring up the desert floor by sending dust flying
and swirling high into the atmosphere.
Blasting and seemingly infuriated at the wind, throw-
ing tumbleweeds, bushes, leaves all about, whirlwinds
capturing whatever it can, twisting it furiously about
and out of the way.
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