SandScript 2021
Art & Literature Magazine
Art & Literature Magazine
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Sarah Bryg<br />
Light Travels From A Dead Star<br />
Drawing, Pen and Ink 10”x14”<br />
that I run with beauty all around me. The<br />
Little Wind whirls, picking up sand and<br />
carrying it in a column, as it continues<br />
to sculpt the sands. The Little Wind has<br />
decided to run with me.<br />
It isn’t long before I am breathing<br />
hard, my core temperature rises, and<br />
I begin to sweat. My body, a bipedal<br />
mobile canteen, provides moisture to the<br />
thirsty desert. It wicks away my sweat,<br />
leaving me feeling cooler. I feel the<br />
fatigue in my lower leg muscles and my<br />
hip muscles start to strain. I push myself<br />
since I know I will get to the end of the<br />
sands soon.<br />
I struggle up the face of one dune<br />
and peek down at my feet half buried in<br />
sand with each step. I see another facet<br />
of these dunes. Each step causes the<br />
sand to flow downhill, carrying me down<br />
with it. I have to step faster, to continue<br />
my upward climb, further straining my<br />
muscles.<br />
“You know, you’ll get the same<br />
work out if you walk these dunes,” says<br />
my common sense. “Walking? You can<br />
double time or you can double chin,” says<br />
my knuckle dragger side. An image of<br />
rippled abs flow across my mind but it only<br />
reminds me of the ripples in the dunes.<br />
The undulations of the terrain, like<br />
tan waves frozen in place, sap my will to<br />
soldier on, but fortunately I can see the<br />
edge of the dunes. It’s not endless. It only<br />
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