Out here, the world is life, a gift to all who endure the sands. But where there is life, there is always someone eager to claim it.​

I was taught that the desert is harsh but fair. But today, there is no fairness. Only who lives, and who takes.

The rains fell and the earth answered without hesitation, giving not hording. It was a lesson we feel that we had always known. Life grows when shared, not seized.