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How trees grew upon such a solid rock face I do not know. They did. The swath of snow with thin barely visible toothpicks is where the fire danced down the mountain. The faint toothpicks are the charred trees. How it danced through the trees, like…..
The sun and prism again create an exquisite dance. Two pictures hang. One a morning sunrise cloaked in the hush of mountain clouds. In the other picture the morning sun lays a red carpet for its arrival. The sun and prism’s bold brush, not to be…..
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