The Coming of the Storm

As the first wail of electric guitar splits the air, a surge of excitement shakes its way through my sluggish veins. Drought or not, it is time to transcend.

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Of Retreat and Recklessness

A sea of black-clad revelers wandered beside the tracks, shouting and waving at the new arrivals, winding their way from the flock of tents grazing the green hillside.

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