This once fertile land is well on its way to becoming desert. It is mostly just bare dirt, with patches of scrub brush. In the distance I (28f) can see dust devils swirling. Next to me is what remains of a wooden fence. Behind me there is a delapidated house, with part of its roof missing. On one side a mound of dust has drifted up to the window. I'm dressed in jeans and a long sleeve dirty white shirt, with a wide brim hat and hiking boots. The cloth that usually covers my face hangs around my neck. I have medium-length wavy light brown hair and green eyes. My face is smudged and my lips look parched. I take a sip of my precious water from my steel water bottle, as I try to decide whether to go further before nightfall.
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