Sunday, March 30, 2008
Welcome to my world
It's not always easy to find your way. Without a map, that is. like that windy June day back in 1982 on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I put the map down on a rock to dig the canteen out of my pack when the wind whispered up the edge of the great gash, lifting the paper and carrying it out over the abyss.
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