As the desert warms into spring, the skittering and rustle of lizards lizarding accompanies my days.
Speaking through the blood and memory. Dust. Ash. Do this in remembrance.
Communion.
Ancestral voices
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As the desert warms into spring, the skittering and rustle of lizards lizarding accompanies my days.
Speaking through the blood and memory. Dust. Ash. Do this in remembrance.
Communion.