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are high, the cuts deep, the earth - blood, red.  Oh if only we could wander here for a space - bathing in the streams - drying in the sun - oppressed by the heat and relieved in a shade.

Truly there are so many great things we are capable of that never shall we do, so many strong and delicate flavors that shall never salute our palate, that it would like to drive one into a state of delirium - part pain, part joy.  We are glorious, 

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demi-Gods.  Let us crowd as much of life into our short span as possible, and laugh a lot.

How beautiful these Juniper covered Hills and plains are.  Can you imagine the beauty of days spent exploring [[strikethrough]] thru [[/strikethrough]] the copse, tramping thru canyons bordered by these immense red cliffs, sleeping, with a body made tired by natural labors - and not alone.