In Timbuktu, the "sand ladies" eek out a living by sweeping the sand from doorsteps, daily.   In their absence, all of the dwellings would be lost to the desert.  As it is, many dwellings are lost, over time, to the desert. Yet the city lives on, a symbol in the Western world of remoteness and mystery.

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