• 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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August 19, 2007

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Linda Peterson

Linda, I was thrilled to see a new post and then deeply moved by your piece. I love how you evoke the landscape and then reveal how deep the roots run, however tangled they might be. Can't wait for the pictures! Tell us more, please, about what being rooted feels like.

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