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Yesterday, riding to Guaje, a warm wind blew through the spruce boughs. The snow ran in rivulets to the river. Above the yucca shone a vision of flowers.
Yesterday, riding to Guaje, I saw trees mighty in girth, tall and cool-shadowed, rooted in a black dome of rock once molten. I saw the river bent from its course at the place where the canyon is narrow, flowing between the dark clif…
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