The sky was the brightest, thinnest blue—a ribbon draped upon the mountains, blanketing the curves and contours of the peaks surrounding me....
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What we find along the unknown path...
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- Also published on Calla Press.
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Thoughts from the edge of Black Canyon
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I woke up this morning to a perfect chillness, the cabin softly creaking as the sun winked through the pines. The little dog next to me scooted closer…
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