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Cynthia, I have been stopped in my tracks by those same kinds of vistas,
unable to drive on, forced by Mother Earth to stop and stand in awe and know what glory is; I am hypnotized into a dream walk and dream life there.
I found a smaller quieter version of your dream vista on a tiny back road in New Mexico on a misty winter day. A celery green carpeted hillside, with soft grey skies hugging the hills as mist, and spotted here and there with tiny black dots which later evolved into fat cattle grazing.
I stopped at a tiny chapel in the town of Mora, went inside and as I kneeled to show respect, while my eyes and imagination devoured the simple decor, I "dreamed" myself into the community and "dream" built and decorated the second little chapel in the pueblo. Glorious.
Your writing brought that emotion back. I like your writing very much. It is evocative.
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benzinha
on August 3, 2003 at 12:47 PM
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