To the headland, nothing but the sound of wind and water. We hiked the winding muddy trail the last weekend of March.
4.22.2007
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About Me
- Name: sahalie
- Location: Pecos Wilderness, New Mexico, United States
This is the time and the record of the time. I'll avoid definition as much as humanly possible. We can never step in the same river twice. Cold mud and fast currents and rocks and roots entangle, hot and fecund in the summer and frozen slow in the winter. Subject to change. I dream of Paradise.
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