Palestine-Jones and the Big Swirl.
I call this thing #Rhapsody365 (Day 36) but I really ought to call it DeathandDust365. Seems I am on a theme of all things parched.
Indeed a little poemette came to me this morn.
Weed-seed and wither
Dustbomb and flicker...
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I have a new habit. I like to drop in on off road cemeteries when traveling the backroads. This one on the highway north of Sheridan, AR.
The Sky in thees looks kind of fake. I can tell you, no special tricks. It really did look like God dodged and burned. Then just a touch of sunset punched through (the the light on the one monument is from a flash.)
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