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Marching out a half mile across the playa I'm struck by the absolute silence of this place. Devoid of all vegetation - indeed all life - there is no native sound, no friction as the wind moves past, and noise from the road is squelched by the poor conductivity of the hot, dry air. The world seems entirely passive here, waiting, expecting. And finally succumbing to the furnace sun in its arc of death above.

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