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Kayenta Southbound: A Triad — Finding Fringes

The colors in the canyon Catch me by surprise: A desert painter’s palette Tipped all to its side, Its turbulence petrified. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I hear it like a faucet Falling from the hills. A natural spout that Won’t run out yet Hardly ever spills. ~ ~ ~ ~ […]

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