8Aug20120 the light rains come /mundane ramblings, poems which aren't really poems just thinkings, road trip/kathy wash 2012/0/original blog08 Aug 2012 the scent of dirt displaced. kicked up. a dry strength crusting in these long stretches of flat not a land for living but mere awe for the passing through Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related