A history of western grasses--low-lying dunes, where water and sky reside. Light blue wash, chalky and opaque--the pull of the earth, even on this delicate veil. Marsh grass strands--each one delineated--from some hidden childhood lagoon. Sloughs, we called them--the slough of despond (no, that must have come later) but a strange word, nonetheless. Netherworld, all water, drifting towards the sea...
This week: Bereishis, In the beginning...
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