Writing Group 5: Five minute Description of a place

And the world was red, the red of sand and desert. As the wing tipped I could see the patch work of fields, the block colours of dusty green and the reds and pinks and oranges.

The heat hit me I as stepped from the aircraft. It enveloped me, it cushioned me. This heat was a thick heat, a heat you could taste, a welcome heat, a settled, confident heat.

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