A Deep and Verdant Green
“...Here I behold myself the might and wisdom of the Great Creator, in the works by which He reveals Himself, and show them unto others."-Carl Linnaeus
Fardis, Son of Behoud, satrap of Shiraz, threw himself down upon his silk-clad haunches at the cliffs edge. He pulled the purple linen keffiyeh from his head and mopped his face
and brow, gazing incredulously at what he saw before him. Here, in the midst of the scorching sands of the Dasht-e Lut, was now revealed a mist-shrouded valley. From his perch he could detect the sickly sweet smell of vegetation in various states of decay.
“You were right, by Allah! ‘ He said as he struggled to smooth his normally immaculate black hair and mustachios, “I gave little credence to those old maps, but here we are.”
“Aye, on occasion I get one right.” Answered his companion.
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