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Maya was sitting outside her tipi. She was making a blanket for those who could not see. She was threading the animal skin when she heard a loud noise. A noise of neither of man nor beast. She continued, the blanket was not going to continue itself. She heard it again. She decided to take a walk; she'd been working for two hours straight. She walked into an open clearing, hoping to find something worth her stopping working. Nothing, nothing worth going out for. But it felt nice to stretch her legs. Her cloth clothes were flapping in the wind. The noise was heard again. This time a ship passed over her, a ship she didn't know yet vaguely recognised.
