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the long adventure

Stones are rounded by the caress of water, three hundred thousand years without me. I am so small. I am so big. I am just a speck on the page of this long adventure. To breathe in the dust of … Continue reading

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of pennywhistles and footfalls

There is dust on the needles of the Jack Pines and the high noon sun glints  off little mirrors of Mica adorning the rocks like bling. Cactus dare to bloom here though the snow may come again, and hawks soar … Continue reading

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Spirit Upon Dust

We draw lines in the sand and pretend we have created something. The Creator blew Spirit upon the dust and clay of this land and we awakened into sight and sound and sensation. That is, if you believe the tale. … Continue reading

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