A curious circle and a lovely view of Tucson greeted me as I reached the apex!
Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
-Bjork/Sugarcubes 1988
It isn't my birthday, but it is a song by the Sugarcubes that I played on repeat as I walked up Tumamok yesterday evening.
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
-Bjork/Sugarcubes 1988
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