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I hold the lemon-yellow scarf over my mouth to abate the pungent bite of a fungal mélange that taints the air here. When a warm breeze from the north brings fresher air from the mesas, I uncover and breathe deep. Before me, the trabeated dromos of granite blocks rises, made brilliant by the same sunlight that filters down through the banyans to guide my path. The bygone civilizations named this place Thrak-Shash, and the gray-haired moot of elders has forbidden entrance. But I no longer care for their fiats; I seek the automated oracle rumored to reside in these depths.
ReplyDeleteThis shot does not do much for me, but I am not much of why you or you or she should care—all of you dear hearts have hats you can doff for the plinks and plunks of big bad boos: first one, then two, then three merge and form sluice—lick of spice and salt like the wag of a tongue out the mouth of an elk, its rack a crash of red and silk; but I have strayed: the place this screen shows is a long way off to start with, and now it can’t be seen at-all.
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