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The sparkling drops cascaded down into the brilliant moonlight, giving the air a misty, incandescent glow. The steady rush of the falls was audible from miles away, its mystical brightness looking as misplaced in the impenetrable darkness as a lone poppy does in a field of overgrown weeds.
Vibrant greens, turquoise, yellows blurred my vision. I had always seen people hallucinating in movies, even heard about other's experiences, but never had I experienced the vivid sensations and images until this moment. Staggering to the ground, I lay in the blinding sun, immersing myself in this delightful array of colors as the last of my droplets of perspiration evaporated into the stifling desert air.
thread. threading. eyebrow threading. the most painful experience I have ever had the misfortune to have. why, on this wonderful planet, would anyone choose to get hairs ripped out of their head by an invention as old as the earth itself? theres wax, to speed it up. theres tweezers, to perfect it. but no. no. it has to be the thread.