Summary
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The desert heat that summer reached record temperatures in the high 130s.
I remember the experience being quite miserable when I was there, but somehow look back on it with fond memories.
Content Type: Desert Visions
Content Created: Summer 1993
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The most beautiful place
- painted out of nothing
shaped out of sandy mountains
Our war wagons rumble humble tunes
- five tons and ten no ones
all alone and forgotten in the war zone
Hot, hot, moments of time
- melting me away - drink water
the sulfur and quake of the ground are everything
Life living in the lifeless land
- and leave it to "Arch" to kill it
a parade of fools, we held a funeral, burying it
All there is, all that can be in this unlikely paradise
- I dreamed as my mind left
yet I awoke, because I had to hold the IV
Days that lasted forever, eyes blurry and face mud caked
- my blouse white with salt
one hundred degrees and midnight and I was cold!
The most beautiful place
- sunburned, my friends airlifted away
I only wish it had not robbed me of my dreams