Looking out to the dry Rocky Mountains, it’s so silent and dead. The hot, shimmering sun gleams down on me and the abandoned desert is so still. It looks just like Jupiter, Orange, red and yellow. I turn around. The place I’m now in is so different, It’s lush and leafy. I hear a lady walking through the moist damp bushy plants, with her glorious baby called Releesha wrapped in a cloth. ‘Breathtaking isn’t it?’ she says. Catherine sits on the stone garden seat and talks to me. Her hair is in a pony tail, the colour of black ink.I walk myself towards the turquoise door into Atrus’ study. By Courtney
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