Walking into the Mesa

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Each morning I stand at my bedroom window imagining that I am wandering down a stone strewn path of pink earth. The winding footpath and the frost tipped scrub seem to beckon to me to climb the mesa that seems so near that I can almost touch her. I can hear a voice:

 

“Come, She says, Come.”

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