Apr 29, 2019

The flatness goes on.

A flatness that doesn’t require people. West of the Sierra Nevada, the Sacramento Valley seems as wide and long as tomorrow. The wind moves like an all powerful goddess, and she whispers to the trees as they bend in greeting. Drained by the Sacramento River and fed by the notion of a vast emptiness, to walk here is to enter the void. The flatness goes on. Tomorrow will arrive in its own good time.


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