“For me the sand hath never been a balm—
On Tatooine we are encumber'd by
Too much of its most coarse and unkind touch.
It is an ever-present irritant,
Not like the peaceful sands of thy Naboo.
Here all is soft, like cheeks upon a babe,
And smooth as sculpted alabaster too.”
―
Ian Doescher,
William Shakespeare's The Clone Army Attacketh