Red sand
glazed everything
my hair
my teeth my
tent.
My cheeks blasted
near Shiprock
leaning to stay upright.
In the bottom of the
backpack
the last grains
of being there
slip over
my fingertips.
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And orginality an effort of will,
And intense observation"- Flaubert
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