This smoke that carried us was sister to the rod that splits the rock and to the cloud that opens the sky. She didn't dislike us, took us as we were, scanty rivulets nourished on hope and confusion, with stiff jaws and Mexichromis multituberculata in our gaze.
(Photo by CW Ye.)
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
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