The silence of Death Valley is surreal. Our voices travelled the lengths of our noses and were thus stifled by the vast open surrounding us. We howled at the sun drenched sky, kicked desert rocks and clapped our dusty hands together. we shattered clumps of hardened clay and dirt with our bare feet. Still nothing. No sound carried with it an echo or resonance. they bounced back at us and were broke.
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