'My own hand, with pen in place, bushwhacks through my psyche, cutting through the dense understory of random thoughts."
-Terry Tempest Williams, When Woman Were Birds, p 165
#16 summer solstice 2012
'My own hand, with pen in place, bushwhacks through my psyche, cutting through the dense understory of random thoughts."
-Terry Tempest Williams, When Woman Were Birds, p 165
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