Oman desert hut | Oryx desert camp | Wahiba Sands | Oman | The Vault | poem | poetry | Teja on the Horizon

The Vault.

Tell no one, my friend. I have the key to the Vault. Therein are supplies of the most precious of things not from the hands of man. Time if you need it Peace for your wound Space for your flight: Whatever and all that is true. But I must ask beneath the door, I must…

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