Desolate and graceful. I will never forget this trip. The wind racing hot across the rust hued salt and rock.The heat radiating all around me as the desert sun beat down on my exposed skin. The acrid scent of the desert with the pungent odor of new sage and baked earth.
Seems the name of the song I have on repeat is I Feel Loved (NYC Remix) (by Peter Rauhofer). Enjoy :) The bass and synths pull me in and David Gahan's voice just makes me tingle. <3
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