Mesquite Trees in the Rio Grande Valley are like weeping willows, saying goodbye to me as we drive back home up 281. Their long, crooked boughs capture the slightest breeze. “Goodbye, Veronica,” they tell me. They wave goodbye without complaining, but as I drive away, I can already hear their memories in the rustle of … Continue reading Mesquite Trees – SOL Day 26
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