Ksar Ghilean, TUNISIA
Sleeping in the desert I wake to the wind - it is blowing quite
strong
outside. I can see in my minds eye the pink dust sand blowing.
The birds
chatter in the dark. This oasis is very alive.
The pink dunes roll away like the sea, Sun to the back, soft
rising mounds of pale orange ripple away.
I stand among the dunes; this is one of the main reasons I came
to see Tunisia,
a landscape so special that was once all water. The mountains
near Algeria give away that clue.
They are all made of shells. But here in the south it is pink.
 
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