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

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

On Writing.

I write to live
live to write.
Without these words
without this pen
I am a hand
without a thumb,
a body without
a limb.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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