"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Ancestral Pueblo pottery shards and obsidian flake, just laying there at Tsankawi.
Ancestral Pueblo pottery shards and obsidian flake, just laying there at Tsankawi.
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