Masked Woman at the Black Rock City Airport, 2004. Strange flowers bloom on the playa. Burning creates new growth. The man burns Saturday. The temple burns Sunday. This year the windmill burns, too.
Mutant vehicles criss cross the playa. Art blooms. Music pounds. The lamplighters don't want us to curse the darkness. Booze flows. God, it's great fun and spiritually cleansing. Why aren't you there?
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