Sunday, October 22, 2006

The Wastes

Vast waste lands, stretched out beneath my feet, like a day’s old beached whale finally free of the pestering of a Greenpeace Rescue Team. The glistening of the sun’s reflection, almost too painful for the eye. Petroglyphs dance! Petroglyphs unannounced in any guidebook seem to move with such liveliness as to almost free themselves from their tombs of ancient rock.

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