Perched on the dark side of the canyon, I watch as the moon stretches its pale and subtle hand to the opposite wall, distant call of stone to stone, and only the wild things and I to know, canyon of the moon.
I found this in a notebook I was leafing through looking for blank pages. The rest of the notebook is notes on computer projects, so it was a surprise find. Scribbled it on a backpacking trip at Lake Powell about 3 summers ago.
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I found this in a notebook I was leafing through looking for blank pages. The rest of the notebook is notes on computer projects, so it was a surprise find. Scribbled it on a backpacking trip at Lake Powell about 3 summers ago.
I like it. I love to read what you have written.
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