15 April 2017

Playa #1

"The lake bed, as far out as she could see, had fissured and cracked, a bed of puckered mud, dried out like roofing shingles in the interminable sun.

"But there was water there, in the holes that dotted the bed close to shore. And in this water there was life. Brief fleeting life."

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