The run
"My
run tonight was about rain soaked ground, incapable of holding another
drop of rain even though it continued to fall -- and dry creeks, swollen
and rushing again as they have not since spring and
heavy clouds, hung just above my head and thick enough and thin enough
to melt into the horizon and the limbs overhead, bare, but still able to
catch the rain -- diffusing, dispersed water barely cascading down
thick trunks, black and shining-slick in the faded light."
Look at Wanderations.
Look at Wanderations.
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