A photograph can not capture the nuances of objects in the dark. A palm tree in a moonlit light. The flag blowing in the dark wind. Light bounces off concrete, blonde carpet giving textures to the dark shadows. The wind blows, the best fingers on my skin, pursed lips through the pines, whirrr, whirrr. I breath deep, wind in my lungs. Tonight in the mojave.
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