Sandia
The mountains, drowsily waking under a coverlet of dawn clouds, note the woman without much interest.She moves along an asphalt belt at their foot, Faster than a glacier but slower than the loping mountain lion or bounding mule deer that dwell furtively on these slopes.The mountains, warming under the rising sun on their eastern flanks,… Continue reading Sandia
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