[it's as he said: scant-few buildings, a dusty horizon...the sun is high in the sky (so much for that storm), and the heat...
for some reason, Cecelia knows the heat is oppressive, but it doesn't hurt her skin like it out to; she only needs to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun to scan around.]
None of this...feels familiar to me. [she's not sure if it should or not.] Save for the heat.
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for some reason, Cecelia knows the heat is oppressive, but it doesn't hurt her skin like it out to; she only needs to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun to scan around.]
None of this...feels familiar to me. [she's not sure if it should or not.] Save for the heat.