Anza-Borrego

Anza-Borrego

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This desert is a thousand plants, a million stones, a hawk on the wing, a lizard under a stone, a running hare, a hidden snake, an ever-changing sky, blue shadows on the mountains, the small red flower on the cactus, the smell after rain, a wash, an arroyo, a creek, a row of cottonwoods, a palm grove, the singing of a dove, the croak of a raven, the sound of a bird’s wing, the brilliance of burnished green on the throat of a humming bird, a lone fly, a distant aeroplane, a night glittering with stars.

The home of writer Bronwen Griffiths