83°F / 4:03 am
a peak a narrow window a length of clouds
“it's only a paper moon”
zig zag journeys the sunny south a salsa bar
36 Hours in New Mexico
saddle up a fine cream-colored mule
an unimaginable mystery
eager to be abroad in its
startling white church, its clustered town and its acacia trees
clumps of wild pumpkin
a great colony of gray-green lizards
petrified rock, “yellow as ocher”
ancient juniper trees
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