The campsite in the Sahara desert consists of tents, cots and carpets to sit on. My roommate and I decided to ditch the cots and sleep under the stars every night. We often waited until everyone was asleep and the moon rose so we could run off into the dunes, guided by the bright shining moon and the meteor showers.
We weren't supposed to touch cows.
A ruby red scarf catches one of the rare breezes in the Sahara desert.
We set up camp next to a well and we often splashed each other with water to stay cool.
The morning sun hits the camp tents and wakes me.
The sun sets on the dunes, creating a pleasing golden yellow and crisp lines.
Some of the dunes have caked cracks that make my dried out hands look tame.
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