• 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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July 18, 2007


Susan Albert

I remember that night in Gruene, too, Linda--artificial as that little town might be, it is filled with pieces of the Texas past. I enjoyed being with you there, and that great deep-fried catfish!--Susan

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