"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

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Monday, August 10, 2015

Whitebrush


When the whitebrush wave their thin, whippy branches in the evening, they give the appearance of restless ghosts.