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 nce again we're close to the Chinese border and heading north east to put more distance between us and the border. We are in a flat, dry, waterless area. We think of going home soon. Home exists just beyond the edge of our imagination.  We dream of seeing a tree, even a small one would do at this stage. We haven't seen a tree since we started. We are on our second pair of boots each. The rocks, gravel and sand are very abrasive. We have had to be careful of our tent zippers. Our Hilleberg tent has been amazing. It has taken the heat, sand and high winds without a problem. It's unbearably hot with a hot breeze which sometimes increases to around 10 to 15 miles per hour. Our clothes are salty and dusty. We press onward, eastwards, into the unrelenting shimmering heat waves.
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