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On the desert planet Mofo Nofo stayed hidden with himself, while he was on the ship. He came out, wearing a scarf and a robe, proctoring from the climate of the weather. He sat slowly, on the sand, as the wind blew. HE sighed and begun to think, Master, I failed you I failed myself, I did something I should Not, I was exiled temporary for that, I was lucky enough I was not permanently Exile. The Jedi still have hope in me I guess.If only you could come here and give me guidance, lead me back. He thought while shaking his Head. He then begun to lift his hand. The chunk of sand was lifted very high up in to the air, with ease, as he begun to Place his hand over his body, and closed his eyes while Manitoulin the two or four ton chunk of sand in the air, His mind was clear, as little by little small sand minerals begun to lift up into the air, and join with the two or four ton sand, which now became difficult to stabilize, and begun to drain him more. HE placed, the sand down. Slowly, and sighed while speaking."Master, I miss you."He said with a deep sigh, knowing that no one will hear him in this sandy desert.He closed his eyes and begun to mediation, clearing his mind focusing on nothing but the nature itself.