Vistas, such as they are. Hard to find anything like a "vista" in this neck of the woods, where there are no woods, no rivers to speak of, pitiful excuses for lakes, no elevation differences of any consequence, and, worst of all: no rain! No rain no rain no rain. No rain in over three months? No prospects of any rain in any extended forecast? The high plains of Texas. Yeehaw. It's desolation row.
In times like these, such desolation and drought seem appropriate.
When your country is ruled and controlled by vipers, every additional bit of desolation fits right in, making a consistent picture. The fact that those vipers are also stupid and crazy and corrupt in varying degrees certainly does not help.
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