life

August 3, 2011

life is the poetry of a morning in the Sawtooths or the millions of stars stretching from the western jagged horizon to the eastern wavy hills, from Sawtooths to White Clouds as the baby Salmon flows past saying good night just as gently and comforting as it says good morning

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