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lfb: at-frickin’-LAST! (or: coyote vs roadrunner)

Hot, dry, and dusty. That was the only way to describe the hot griddle that passed for a roadway winding its way through the valley. The sun beat down mercilessly, causing heat waves to ripple and shimmer like rivers flowing upwards from the ground towards the sky. A hawk circled high above the desert floor,… Continue reading lfb: at-frickin’-LAST! (or: coyote vs roadrunner)