postcards from Arizona. Christmas Day.
every rock here calls to be climbed. (me, I think of all the snakes hiding in the crevices. I'm sorry. I can't help it.) I've heard scorpions sleep under the bark of the cottonwood trees.
today's trail: mostly juniper and pinon. and the largest spider web I've ever seen. a shape the size of a golfball bouncing in the middle.
there was one small cloud in all the blue sky. all day.
I sat on rocks, feet bare and ate chocolate.
the day disintegrated into family crushed into the den watching Bollywood & me, hiding,
headphones on, blasting organ music, and here, these few clumsy stumbling words.
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