tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post2394908382829772606..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Smoke and Mirrors and AshElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89642644423539740692008-11-17T07:05:00.000-08:002008-11-17T07:05:00.000-08:00I remember that well. The burning eyes and nostril...I remember that well. The burning eyes and nostrils - and sometimes the flakes that look like snow - drifting and swirling - but on a hot hot day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-60691308426524107542008-11-15T19:39:00.000-08:002008-11-15T19:39:00.000-08:00Wow, that was a photo essay.Wow, that was a photo essay.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.com