Yesterday I watched the weather's bold strokes
as swaths of rain moved over the high desert.
Blue gray clouds made the mesas and buttes
pop. The Chama River glowed with muddy
reds and browns. I'd forgotten about these colors.
perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake —notes toward a supreme fiction
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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