"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Book.

The last page
of an old book.
I feel nostalgia
baking in my bones.
First book
I've read
in a long time.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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