~ ...he dreamt of her, the one who could dance about twin suns in cantina lace, course through the veins like power converters, and scare far more than a pack of raiders on the prowl.
...she who laid out in the sands of Anchorhead, and became a seductive sculpture, her howls mixing with the wind through Beggar's Canyon, and turning into flame, ascended like nomadic campfire in an ocean of night as far off as Mos Eisley.
...the one resembling Camie, who bought farm water for her off-world thirst, he dreamt of her, you know, he dreamt they would inevitably marry, and settle down deep in the feral of their desert love. ~