clackety clack train and for a whole day nothing humanmade but the shadow of our train shivering against the red desert rock. And the long chain of powerlines, never broken, not once, the whole way across the continent. Day and night, the powerlines followed us on both sides, taller than the trees and the snow ( Read more... )

canary yellow wool. no, one shade darker: the yellow of a flock of cavorting canaries sequestered in the shade. hopping in the shade of a big rain cloud in august just before the storm ( Read more... )

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