She drifted off and woke with the sunrise. Sitting up, she noted that her body was losing it's stiffness. She rolled up her bag and cinched it to her pack before eating a handful of dried fruit. There was enough water it make it to the cave. There she would find supplies laid in for the next part of her pilgrimage. Better get moving before the sun started to bake both the earth and everything foolish enough to be out of the shade. Her boots crunched quietly on the desert floor and she could hear the scooting and slithering of the creatures that made their home in this place, scattering at her approach.
The mountains started to grow as she neared them and her breathing seemed to match the rhythm she felt in the morning heat.
Typo: There was enough water it (instead of to) make it to the cave
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