cloudbones: one breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sage brush after rain,
evokes a magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the american west. long may it burn.
— edward abbey
sal. nothing but a collection of love infused good vibe star particles. twenty six years rambling as of new years eve; tending to ramble west. made of sage and sand in a bundle of burr-matted horsehair.
