Story a day: 12.22.16

The rolling dunes rolled over the land, flattening everything beneath them. Cows and fences lay smashed into two-dimensional smudges, though it was impossible to tell with the hills constantly roaming over them. If there was a pattern, no one managed to decipher it.

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