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“Standin’ on a hill in the mountain of dreams
Tellin’ myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems”
Radio Check
A quilted sky blankets a dessicated sea of shrub, contained by the paper torn mountains at the distant shore. Dark tendrils ooze slowly down from the murky gray approaching mass that blots out the sun, and give false hope of moisture to the parched silt below. Insects dart furiously across a winding ribbon of asphalt, scurrying along to squeeze out what they can before the impending darkness...
