Saturday, April 24, 2021

The desert is dessert

for the senses. For feet. For the sweet passing of time. To resculpt muscle memory. Each rock, a particular language. A precise ancestory.
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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 29, 2021 at 8:57 AM

    changing forms, erosion of solid to dust, dust to mist, mist to sand. the ocean and the desert do all this without fanfare. without words.

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