Thursday, September 10, 2009



It doesn't get much prettier than this. The massage tent and the kitchen are both in the back. Beyond that is the shower and then the tents, and then lastly the RVs. But mostly everybody hangs under the big shade tent that Richard built. "If you build it they will come, Richard."

Oh give me a home where the bicycles roam, where a mask and some goggles are worn. Where the glow is the light, and the night is so bright, and the fires call everyone home. Yes home home on the playa. Where the freaks and the dust devils play. Where often is heard an encouraging word. And the sky's full of dust storms all day.

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