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| TThe Land of Enchantment There is no voice, only the silent breeze moving overland ever since the beginning of time. Eons of passage control the destinies of tomorrow with brilliant dawns and unforgettable sunsets. Whispers of wind spill through the treetops, trembling from one place to another. Only this day becoming history allows the sky to darken, filling gradually with a cosmic display of stars and planets belonging to the moment. Stand in place where forgotten tribes have lived and died in times before now; where elements prevail to speak of an existence beginning and ending before the future arrived; where now man clings to his past as he reaches for the promise of tomorrow. Landscapes are the same as always. The sun controls the seasons; shadows bear silent witness to the barren desert bowed before the majesty of mountains high. The moon observes with a certainty that all will be this way...forever. New Mexico. |
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