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The Old MuleMonday, June 28, 2010. Indian Peaks, 29 degrees. This June, this second month of summer,. I walked in to a high mountain town to hide. Away for as long as needed, and let my body. Turn back to snow. This is the white-lightness. Of escape, and no one knows how it feels to be. Damp, hung in a cedar, watching moose near. The edge of this glacial lake, mirror plane above. Such deep cool well of more than thirst, enough. For a man to fall from the tree for, to fall from. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. Flowers, Ca...
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