It seemed like we’d been driving for hours when I thought I could see something far in the distance, but I honestly wasn’t sure what it was, or if it was really there. In the simmering yolk of the sun, there was something with wings, great wings that in my imaginings spread, sending undulations of heat across the surface of the desert. The phoenix is the legendary bird with a brilliant plumage and a wondrous voice that rises from the pyre of its own ashes only to regenerate itself and fly to Heliopolis in Egypt to the Temple of R, the Egyptian god of the sun. A symbol of immortality and an
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