White Rim TT: V.3
I wandered aimlessly through the small visitors center. Posters, faded by time and sunlight hung on the otherwise barren walls. A rotting bighorn skull sat lifelessly on the Touch Yable”. I grasped its horns with both hands, a small placard next to it read, “I’m delicate, please do not touch”. I smirked at the incongruence. […]
