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By chris Date: 2006 May 02 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.02.19.49.6786]] |
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Coming down from the top of our hill we see a sun-washed valley, deep green in the middle, dusty brown at the edges, and clouds casting shadows across bajadas full of a million years of rocks swept down from mountains; and behind the mountains, long dissolving tails of virga - rain not reaching the ground - trailing downward from cumulus cotton balls far, far above; and more and you - my angel of the morning afternoon evening, queen of all along this great desert shore - more beauty than should be allowed, but I question nothing anymore. |