We were pulling away from the border when a sandstorm came on, fast and hard. In front of the car was swirling sand; behind, the sky was clotted black. Everything went red, and then dim, as though we were passing through a cave. It only took a few minutes for the wind to pass, but in that time, it raged through a nearby refugee camp, tearing apart flimsy structures and blanketing everything with dirt.
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