dedicated to the characteristically stoic desertscape- that for one treacherously hot and hedonistic weekend was transformed into the devil’s nefarious playground. i’m finding that the precise words to describe this experience as a whole escape me. words, so very limiting. with my two favorites at my side and the sultry wind caressing our airy souls… frankly, i couldn’t even begin to give a damn.

one for the books

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thank you Rands for this poignant share.