所有的软风暴灰色，白色大理石银和丝绸浇水，她的喉咙，她的大腿，她的脊椎弓离捆绑和收集粉尘，成为秘密，在他们心中的症结保存。

All the soft storm greys, marbled silver and watered white silk, her throat, her thighs, the arch of her spine bundled away and collecting dust, became the secret kept at the crux of their hearts.

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那股聚集在太阳下边的白色烟尘，已经向这边移动过来，驰进了莽古斯沙漠，那是一股强烈的风暴。

A wind rose in the southeast, all the plants on the dunes swayed, and the white sand clouds that had gathered finder the sun moved into the Mangos. A bad storm was on its way.

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