its a world where wind and water dislodges distractions and cuts my thoughts in two. Its bare and lays you bare and you just might come face to face with yourself. a carved out place that leaves gaping canyons, but always the river flows in the blushed wound. I tore out my right eye and cut off my right hand and returned home whole.
photo in top consideration for our Christmas Family Photo. Sans kids. what? Gunther is the most cooperative and photogenic one anyway.... well, he does have a choke collar on him, I should say.
The orchard exists as a growing relic of strange times long ago. Lees Ferry, riddled with heartbreak.
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