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 "...Taste the charred landing strips across smelting vegetables, peeled from the hot bars amidst a spritzy shower of voluptuous blood orange puree made by being forced through the nearby sun-baked terrain of gravel, sand and equal parts dirt; sediment momentarily brushed by the cool tide running back to it's pool before being wafted away, pregnant with unctuous dreams and what lay beyond the horizon..."