...the equinox.
The clouds diffuse the location, but the corner of the roof marks where the sun will rise.
I transplanted some apache plume and Russian sage into Carl's yard in hope of creating a hedge; something to obscure the stark expanse of rock and weeds. The two houses to our east are rentals. The owner finally listed them w an agency that seems to have found someone besides drug dealers, prostitutes and illegal aliens.
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