It's the Day's Day of Days! Because from the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows, hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.
It's the funny thing about DbD--while it's always going to be bad, every now and then it tips into horrible, and you never know when that will be. Like this one, where Muir shows such a deep misogyny and doesn't even seem to realize it.
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