The sand dunes were rippled as the surface of water would be, which seemed a great irony to the walkers.
The golden dunes were as the scales upon a great dragon's spine, yet one who has chosen to sleep for the ages.
We sailed those sand dunes at the rise of the sun as easily as any boat on a gentle ocean.
The sand dunes were the playful waves of the shoreline, as golden as the sun and as rolling as the deep blue so close at hand.
The sand dunes were the softest of golden hills, softly wind sculpted as if they were ocean-born waves.
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