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about four/five years ago I was working in the lab, and this beatnik drifter guy came in a couple times to drop off pictures. He had a semi dali 'stash, torn up black waistcoat and a crazy looking black walking cane.
He told me about a place he'd stayed in the desert(who knows where in the world), where there are mountains all around, salt/rock flats that looked like quartz, and no humans for miles. With the full moon and only dappled clouds, the ground sparkled as much as the sky.
I'd like to go there..
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tiny and lost.
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