In the semi-arid desert of the Southern Arava in Israel, there is no relief, even in winter, from the eye-aching glare of the sand and the heat of the sun beating mercilessly onto the back of your neck. Suddenly, you hear a strange call and turn to see a quick movement--something scurrying out across the sand before swiftly returning to shadow and cover. A mouse, perhaps? You are just about to dis
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