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“The sound of the sand, rolling, screaming, chased by the wind, was deafening. I wanted to run away.”
Fuerteventura is magic. Quiet. Lonely. Lovely. Forever welcoming.
 
        
        
      
    
    “The sound of the sand, rolling, screaming, chased by the wind, was deafening. I wanted to run away.”
Fuerteventura is magic. Quiet. Lonely. Lovely. Forever welcoming.
 
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
               
                
                
              