. . . I always wonder what the men and women who used to live here – those who leave the pot sherds and arrowheads, those whom I imagine brown and tough, skin leathered from grinding corn and climbing rocks – thought when they saw the rare and lovely scenes the sky sometimes blesses us with.

Be well.


Caitlin Eger - Beautiful, Sarah!5/21/2012 – 3:32pm

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