"I like the Mojave, where the glitter is refracted not in the sheen of a limousine, but in flecks of obsidian and pyrite and quarts; the Mojave, where the silence is not the thunder of an unreturned phone call, but the flap of a butterfly's wings in the springtime. "
Yes, thanks for the ping!
10 posted on 04/02/2004 5:47:54 PM PST by BenLurkin
(Socialism is slavery.)