trenchwolf: I drive into Tucson on a 110 degree mid-may day. South of Sahuarita the bright-white smoke is still rising from the most recent brushfire in the Santa Ritas. Far off beyond the pecan orchards three dust devils, or maybe the clouds made by company trucks riding too fast off road, pock the sky like burning oil wells, obscuring my view of Kitt Peak. The forever burning ruins of Rita...
True, without error, certain and most true: that which is above is as that which...– The Emerald Tablet of Hermes (via nociva)
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