White Sands

—Walking along a ridge of white sand— it’s cooler below the surface— we stop and, gazing at an expanse of dunes to the west, watch a yellow yolk of sun drop to the mountains— an hour earlier, we rolled down a dune, white sand flecked your eyelids and hair— a claret cup cactus blooms, andContinue reading “White Sands”

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