Family Tree
Posted: August 18th, 2010, 5:31 pm
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"it tasted like time in liquid form steeped through the Great Plains, a rich tea of buffalo hooves and indian flint dripped slowly through the capillaries..." love that poetic big picture compression. nice.The pool was in the shape of a keyhole and I would lie belly down on the warm concrete slab and watch the icy water flow from the heart of the earth. I would put my face in the churning pool and drink what had fallen as rain centuries before. It had a soft taste and a texture that made it feel almost thick and nutritious. It tasted like time in liquid form steeped through the Great Plains, a rich tea of buffalo hooves and indian flint dripped slowly through the capillaries of the Ogallala Aquifer which runs all the plumbing in the Hill Country.