Tag: Irish Proverb
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Desert Bathing
The desert mountain shimmered into life as we walked the trail. To the far north, I see the limestone cliffs in Hurricane. A sharp smell emanates from the creosotes as we sidestep the prickly pear cactus. The ocotillos wave their thorny wands above the desert rocks. Their tips burst into tiny scarlet flowerets. Many cacti…