Monday, March 9th, 2009

Under No Rain

The clouds whorled over the mountains. The air was gelatinous, it was so packed with moisture. The desert fragrances were a blast of consonance and dissonance.

A few drops…

And a few drops…

And not much more.

A tenth, less than two tenths, but still the mountains devoured it.

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