We lie on our backs watching the underbellies of army jets roar above us. Below is a drape of desert, heaps of charcoal and red sand. The day before we hiked past turquoise striped cliffs and magenta pits of dirt. Walking back to our campsite, the cold night air caught in our mouths as we gazed in awe at the diamond studded sky.
The bowl of the crater is sealed off from all noise except for the king, king of sliding rocks around our feet. The Romans marched through this prehistoric playground long ago, but today we run up and down dinosaur-back ridges and hold stone slabs above our heads like Moses. Now this is our land and our fun.
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