15-12-03

BLAZING SADDLES

Went riding through the desert on a camel
- forgot his name.
In the desert you can't remember your pain;
there ain't no one there
to call your name.

Three days and two nights in the Thar desert,
at a camel's pace.
Slowing down 
to life's natural rhythm.
 
Words can't express the feeling,
nor pictures capture the experience.
 
Desert,
don't you wish that you could be here too.  
 

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