Human Traces

In the middle of the desert wilderness we came upon a wooden bed frame and a rusty hibachi, standing all alone in a meadow. Someone had built the bed a plywood bottom. 

Snakeweed had grown up green all around. I picked a broken shell earring out of the sand.

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