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June 7, 2012 / Ronald Chapman

Tension as Crucible

Monsoon clouds hung low over the open expanse of mesa, desert flushed green from record-breaking rains. Moisture blended clouds to ground and muffled sound. The mesa held a depth and substance almost foreign to its arid nature; torpor hung heavy, poised to embrace those with willing hearts. At times this sacred land was a crucible, a place of transformation. Always the mesa delivered, though rarely as expected.


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