Around here, dirt is scarce. And life is tenuous.
You still have to be tough, but at water's edge you can scratch out a life.
I love the narrow strip of lushness that defines the border of hell.
I'm not the only one.
Desolation is but a few steps away.
A convergence of life and death. Live or die. I choose life.
Succulent life.
3 comments:
NICE. We do scratch out lives in the desert, don't we?
That is the nice thing about being here in The Land of the Badgers, if there is one thing we have, it's plant life. Gadzooks, but this place is green! And we have too many stupid deer.
Are you really gone?
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