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High & dry (a mile high, the mountain desert) coming from low & moist makes for some interesting "sleep," especially over Whiskey Row:
A big red rant-hill of fiery Solenopsis invicta (back-wheelers), creepy crawlies and worms.
The sound of silence does not arrive till 1:59 a.m.
Just before six (penetrating sweet slumber), invasion of the storm troopers.
And if you don't know what any of this means, neither do I, thoroughly scrambled by homeostasis disruption.
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| The Point (speakeasy) |
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| Their Western Negroni: Thumb Butte Sage Gin, Bitter Liqueur, Washington-made vermouth over a single rock |
