36.391166S 111.527047W

Mustangs roam the high plateau
abandoned, released, broken free
from their colonial fetters
not heeding imaginary
lines cut across the land.

 

 

{XII. We're Made of Clay}

 

36.923121S 111.653396W

37.777124S 111.424500W

36.945087S 111.692051W

37.416633S 111.02721W