The man rages red-faced, arms flailing, he sputters and fumes. Impotent fury. The wind blowing fiercely whips away his whining, rattles and flaps his windows and doors. Unhinged, he rants. His sensibility scatters in the rubble of his composure. The […]
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The raven preaches from above his dark robes spread he tells his tale again “I am the black rock, the Land full of subtle, fragile life!” Shouting out from his piñon pulpit the choir in the cholla a meadowlark waiting […]