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.
Tags: Las Cruces, Organ Mountains
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