Desert

by FloraFire4   Nov 10, 2011


The desert is a place were life is condensed. The roots of living things hold on to that last tear of water ad the flower hoards its moister by only appearing in early morning and late afternoon. Life in the desert is small but brilliant and most of what occurs goes on underground.

-woman who runs with the wolves

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