Lion Head Mesa Shake like the bough of a willow tree.

and i imagine she's spaced out from him/akashingo unless noticed!

She had fallen on the trail of something familiar.

And unfamiliar.

A dark smudge against the sandy horizon. She was the same too. They were the same. Blended, pulsing, life within each other. She continued pursuit from a distance.

Something told her she knew this one.

Something told her she knew better than this.