You: Scorched earth.
I: Grey skies.
Parched lips.
Whiskey on the rocks.
Sweaty forehead.
Ray-Ban sunglasses and a hat!
Thumbs up.
Free ride.
All talks.
All ears.
Why?
Why not?
Can't.
Can.
No.
Yes.
Mars.
Shiva.
Tatwamasi.
Aham Brahmasmi... And then it rains.
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