Astoria stands at the prow of her small sand raft. Her hands are at her sides and her palms are facing the ground, hands open. The sand moves swiftly under the raft as it slides across the desert. The wind blows at her sandy blonde hair and her scarf tugging them behind her. Her eyes scan the desert quickly and efficiently for anyone needing a ride. Preferably someone with something to offer in return
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