Came rainsmell to this dry land in the
last hour of darkness. Came a tense silence
to the houseside crickets and their jittery choir. Up, then, with the scent of grass recalling a
certain June shower. And out with the
ancient—every exposed sedimentary stone recalling the river bottom whence it first
settled as purple mud. And, finally,
more vital than all else, the sharper perfume of sage fanning across the open prairie.
--Mitchell Hegman
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