under the shadow of a broad rimmed hat

...But I can tell you what I saw

Nude #13 arrived when I was not watching for it.

It came at night.

Very much like Nude #1.

And yet utterly different.

I saw a high hill and on it a form shaped against hard air.

It could have been just a pole with some old cloth attached,

but as I came closer

I saw it was a human body

trying to stand against winds so terrible that the flesh was blowing off the bones.

And there was no pain.
The wind

Was cleansing the bones.
They stood forth silver and necessary.

Anne Carson "The Glass Essays"

cleansing wind, scrubbing sand, clean white bone.

georgia smiling.