Throwback Thirsty Thursday
Difficult beige slopes tanned from a summer sun. Tapestry in olive-brown sage, uneven patchworks combed on a dirty canvas, conjuring up images of a spaghetti western. Outside of Blalock Canyon, past the mirage of Mikkalo. It’s a Throwback Thirsty Thursday original. Or something like that. These bad boys (or ladies), kept a tall pace away. Untamed on unbroken earth. Tranquil upon curious terrain.