Hash Trash Run #1594
The Spiral Arms Are Self-Perpetuating, Persistent, And Surprisingly Long Lived. The sand storm is skittering on the surface of lake and breaking into the dimples with astatic undulation of the sheets of man-high green ditch reeds with scratchy and scraggly feistiness. More than 40 hashers seem racing with the fluttery dusts to somewhere. Of course, the chalked marks on [...]


