Needles

Barren Mesa Verified independent store

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Old rail lines end in sand here they say. The chuckling of quail as they watch men sweat in the night Heat. Palm fronds still in the heat. The squeal of brakes over rust, iron, cla nk of pipe wrench lost to the silt that gathers all day. Oil stain and darkness and dim lamps. Here night stinks of ground metal flake, tongues of nightbirds come to gather the desert salt. 100% cotton/unisex/ image copyright barren mesa Show more