"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Sunday, September 29, 2013
Ancient Rhythms
A bounty of photos means that Africa is still on my mind.
I imagine the roads at dusk, red soil, the shadows lengthening. A river beside the road, or maybe still water, a small pond.
Ancient rhythms, still alive. (Photo by Katie Esselburn)
