Walking Arizona
Friday, December 14, 2012
For the loss of a shoe...
Well, the shoe in the poem is a horseshoe, but this reminded me of the poem. Arizona is usually so dry that many items that would have long disintegrated anywhere else are preserved for dozens if not a hundred years.
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