• We sleep in the desert
    on a land full of stories
    and all night the wind reads the news.

    The Word is written
    everywhere on the land.

    from "Easter, Picacho Peak"
    Laura Girardeau
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June 20, 2007


Susan Albert

Laura, what a joyful, hopeful poem! I love the way the land embraces you in the photo, and the way that strength is reflected in the poem that came to you from the rocks. Susan

mary yaus

that was incredible...what beautiful words..msy

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