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Robyn: In the desert time is elusive. There were days when minutes dragged on for years, and the hours stretched for eons. It felt as if I was perfectly stationary, walking in place, pushing the world around under my feet. But time moves in one direction, always forward. So I decided to keep on walking no matter what.
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Robyn: I'd pared my possessions down to almost nothing. I had a filthy old sarong for hot weather, and a jumper and woolly socks for cold weather. I had something to sleep on, and something to eat and drink out of. And that was all I needed. Like any journey, it's not what you carry, but what you leave behind.
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