abbey-utahn

February 5, 2025

The clouds passed, in phrases and paragraphs, like incomprehensible messages of troubling import, overhead across the forested ridges, above the unsealed cliffs, beyond the uninhabited fields of lonely mesas, followed by their faithful shadows flowing with effortless adaptation over each crack, crevice, crease and crag on the wrinkled skin of the Utahn earth.

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Thought:

“We were Poor. I’m spelling it with a capital P. …We were on the bottom of the ladder looking up at everyone else. Nothing below us ‘cept the ground.”

Ray Charles

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