Gazing at the Joshua Trees through the dusty passenger window, a serene air came over me. The monkey chatter of my exhausted analytical mind slowed down to a honey-like flow. Watching the desert shapes flood past the window, the mascara of toxic smog & city grime masking my third eye peeled away.
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