Love In The Desert

This hour, when the day had shut and the desolate desert night set in with its dead quietness, was one in which Cameron's brain was crowded with recollections of a long time ago - of a home back in Peoria, of a lady he had violated and lost, and cherished past the point of no return. He was a miner for gold, a tracker of isolation, an admirer of the drear, rock ribbed limitlessness, since he needed to be separated from everyone else to recall.
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