The Wild Gypsy Soul
Finding yourself when you don't know where you are.
The desert is dry and arid. I am wandering around aimlessly looking for some sort of oasis in this barren wasteland. I keep a look out for wild animals and snakes waiting to make me their next meal. Suddenly up ahead I see a settlement made up of caravans and tents. There are people milling around and sitting by campfires. "Senorita?" One man uttered as he regarded my tattered clothing. I looked like I had been through a...
