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For weeks he scanned the horizon with dark eyes. His intensity froze him to stone in the barren desert, and his kinsfolk could not move him. Just as night fell on the sixteenth day, small shapes danced on the distant dunes, twirling and leaping ever nearer in a frenzy of joy and longing.
His call had been answered – his vigil was ended.
Now he could sleep.

Part of the Wide World collection.