Mesa Valentine


Red Mesa. Up the roughest canyon to the plunge-pool cave, the scoured sandstone channels. We put our backs against the stone and listened to the Ponderosa sigh. In the midst of this communion I found a thermos of hot chocolate had come open in my pack.

Along the arroyo I picked up a clump of breast feathers, each pointed with a tiny dark heart.

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