The River is Magic
New prints available, and a late summer full moon
It’s another full moon, but I couldn’t see her, because the rains came like a fever break on an earth sun-baked gold, and burning.
My flowers I planted in the spring are dried to a crisp in this rocky, bone-dry soil. Maybe next year I’ll try containers…
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