Wednesday, August 3, 2011

desert storms are the best, the flux from still dry air to a crashing cool wind and then thick hovering humidity pierced only by straggler drops. dry and crumbling desert dusty soil when dampened emits an indescribable otherworldly smell, it is knotted so deep in my brain and senses that i can't say anything about it at all. it's like remembering a past life in a frantic burst of familiarity, sentimentality and futility for getting back there. but all i can really think of are sharp variegated rocks washed perfectly clean.

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