*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by me
"Night poured over the desert.
It came suddenly, in purple.
In the clear air,
the stars drilled down out of the sky,
reminding any thoughtful watcher
that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated.
When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads
they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way."
Terry Pratchett
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