I remember that feeling of skin. It'sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land.""Like me, then," I said."Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.
I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again."No.""I want to.""Well, you go then."You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it