“She didn’t watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning.” — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low. — Parris Glendening Copy Share Image
