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Traces of smiles
Echoes of surprise
Whispers of awe
Sighs of fatigue
Tender
thoughts of
Ancestors and Friends
White, Yellow, Blue,
Orange, and Purple
flowers,
colors
deep and rich
Clean renewing smell
of fresh Canyon air
The touches of
ancient,
steadying hands
between worlds
I am leaving Box Canyon
with a spirit cleansed
by
meanings, beyond words.
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