Form an Escape Committee and start Tunneling

need my leadership

the wind plays among the ruined bunkers of the Empire. Is there life still in the corpse?

Sand drifts like a thousand phantoms across the blacktop. Suddenly the sky is orange hot sand biting and choking.

In the Desert I cannot see the Wind.
The will of the wind, shifts the dunes, snatches at the gas flares, sings on the barbed wire cries out against a future foretold

have confiscated my spoons.

Must source some teaspoons and a gymn horse for this.