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The Mojave, a seared, sun-baked wilderness.
Desolate home for tarantulas and sidewinders, two of my least favorite *******.
Occasionally, its immensity is bravely sprinkled with a few crazed inhabitants like myself
who don't mind excessive heat, sandblasting winds, or relentless ******* by nomadic tumbleweeds.
I always wondered if tumbleweeds have a purpose out here.