Pie
August 28, 2008
The mountains are a hell's rainbow, greens and reds and blues in layers dredged up from some unfathomable depth. I watch them, imagine climbing from the pediment up into the folded and crenellated side canyons.
I stir my coffee absently, though I have added neither cream nor sugar.
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