there’s something sacred about a canyonhow the land gave way to river powerwater’s carrying works will never be done some majesty gets measured by the tonlips that graze are busy every hourin their bones they understand the canyon acknowledging sacredness in actionwhere rainfall meets land, and time empowersthe water to carve and never be doneContinue reading “Buffalo”
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