ISRAEL’S 100 WC
Casually driving past the elegant and golden desert I come across a horrific smell as if a body has been left to rot for years and years. I’m tempted to look, I wish I didn’t.
I see an elephant lying dead on the sand with its bones slowly decaying away, its skin looking like an outside of a bruised avocado and it’s intestines looking like ten, purple twisted seahorses.
I lean back for a fresh breeze in my face but end up choking on the vile air as it slowly gets worse.
We finally escape and carry on our journey.
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