knows how we are perfect. The cracks in the baked earth. The grit easily moved by the wind. The spare vegetation guarded and prickly. Sweat and salt. Heat and cool. The extremes, the simplicity, the vastness. The slow moving scenery creates a motionless feeling. Forearms and wrist, knees and ankles. All that is hidden, bare and exposed. See what you are looking for. The desert night don't you know how perfect we are.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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