Where is the rain at this time of year? We are thirsty and dry, but feel fulfilled by our journey to the hills and the high that consumed us when we ran around curves and deep into tall grasses. Ferns and the scent of eucalyptus are ever welcome and soothingly warm. Today was precious on the edge of the forest, and returning through the small town of mineral-etched fang-bearers, we lounge in complete contentment on the soft wolf blanket.
Remember the mountains and breathe to the rhythm of loving thoughts.
January 8, 2012
Jennifer Montemayor
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