Monday, April 06, 2020

Beyond the Horizon

Your horizon, so long broken by the the tangled branches of black jacks and cottonwood ... gives way ... suddenly ... to the clean line of open spaces and the comforting sight of walls and towers, of homes that cast a blended glow of yellowed white. A refuge. A place to take stock and heal.


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