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By chris Date: 2004 Dec 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.08.03.34.17313]] |
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they call this place cross of the martyrs though neither of us can be sure who the martyrs were or what they died for but from this point overlooking the city of santa fe you can tell me what each brown building below is because this place was once your own all i recognize are the distant sandias the watermelon granite mountains of home but home has a way of following us around it's not about near or far but always as close as you are and because the path is icy i hold your hand we keep each other warm in the cold and because too much is gone we protect all that hasn't been pawned or sold our bond goes deeper than water through desert sands which allows the most impossible beauty to take the form of green leaves and branches sturdy and real to shade the lost and tired for a hundred years |