It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen...

18 April 2011

The land returns to how it has always been
Thyme carried on the wind
Jagged mountains, jutting out
Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth
-"On Battleship Hill" PJ Harvey
Sounded just right under a full, birthday moon in the desert.
(And that Ann Demeulemeester gown...)

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