"Eat" she says to me looking down, the sun silhouettes behind her as the dust settles to the ground around me. Flavorless landscape surrounds us like the ashen affect of death itself staring, waiting, hoping for its end. Eat? Not withstanding the fact that it is the luxury of the day, forever forgetting the truth of the situation put before us so unforgivingly wrought in malleable morsels. Arid, barren, endlessly lost, I tip my hat, wipe my chin and put an end to it all. I eat.
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