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By kevin urenda Date: 2004 Jan 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.23.10.44.27569]] |
| memories, like grains of sand blown into giant dunes a thousand feet high shift in the winds of the world sometimes exposing a fondness forgotten over time or an old wound worn round as a stone its hard edges stripped of all bitterness 9/20/03 at the entrance to Great Sand Dunes National Monument |