I saw one of these...
...and I heard the song of crickets, as never ever before...
...and a strong, sweetly scented, laughing breeze nuzzled my face and played with my hair...
...and I understood that "Death Valley" is a noun, not a verb; that sometimes it is harder to look at a thing than to be afraid of it; that magic comes in many forms.
xxoo, as they say.
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