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Tishala Danjuma look around with tired eyes. Her feet were burning and calloused after treading on the scorching sand all day. She was relieved to see the moon rise higher. As the moon rose, the cruel sun subsequently lowered in the sky, giving the baked land some time to rest in the moonlight's coolness. Tishala let out a tired sigh, allowing her colorful pack to slip of her shoulder. She leaned down on the small hill and lifted a clay pot to her parched lips. She drank the cooling water sparingly, enjoying the feeling of it slipping down her dry throat. She took another small sip before fastening the lid back onto the flask and set it down next to her. The trip to village from village, playing her instrument on the way, was not easy; but her name did not mean "Strong-willed" for nothing.

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This is my entry for interlude_vi's ༻ Artist Gallery .·: Skin Contest ༺

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The skin is based off of The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau

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