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Sunset lit crystal blue sky softens evening sights, easing heat swirls along deep dug channels and birdsong drifts, a stretch of coiled black tarmac runs beneath not visceral pitch as dusk approaches granular strip edges the road, and a beetle black crawls along, oval shaped, creased down its back hawling, legs like a rowing eight seeming to dip into the strip, as I look down there is no sense in this movement, no goal, no refreshment, but carrying on whatever into the night. Stretching my kneck upwards a jet ebony black woman walks along wreathed by mountains, Sierra Nevada perched on her head a rare sight in these parts, far off coal black hills sprout a tatty covering of green flecked tweed, ribbons of meltwater rush down to where I stand spring still flushing, in the fast approaching twilight seems like a sleeved arm lyeing on the land a tanned knuckle of dried rock stretches out - wrinkled, sunburnt calluses around. All creatures share this abundance turned from semi-desert into an oasis by Iago and his Moores.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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Sunset lit crystal blue sky softens evening sights, easing heat swirls along deep dug channels and birdsong drifts, a stretch of coiled black tarmac runs beneath not visceral pitch as dusk approaches granular strip edges the road, and a beetle black crawls along, oval shaped, creased down its back hawling, legs like a rowing eight seeming to dip into the strip, as I look down there is no sense in this movement, no goal, no refreshment, but carrying on whatever into the night. Stretching my kneck upwards a jet ebony black woman walks along wreathed by mountains, Sierra Nevada perched on her head a rare sight in these parts, far off coal black hills sprout a tatty covering of green flecked tweed, ribbons of meltwater rush down to where I stand spring still flushing, in the fast approaching twilight seems like a sleeved arm lyeing on the land a tanned knuckle of dried rock stretches out - wrinkled, sunburnt calluses around. All creatures share this abundance turned from semi-desert into an oasis by Iago and his Moores.
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Patrick140707
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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