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  • Initially, I had sent this picture to the 'recycle bin' for the stray curl that managed to blow into the shot at the last second. But looking at it again as I was cleaning out my trash folder, I realized something; This picture is a self-portrait.
    It is a combination of little things from that time in my life. The giant rock I used to climb up on to watch the sun set, the markers for the battle field, the wind I hated so much for constantly messing my hair,the ridge where the coyotes would sing at night, the lake that came and went -depending on the day- leaving behind or hiding the best skipping rocks (that I never could skip).
    At the end of the last sunset I spent there, I heard the coyote pups sing for the first time.
    I wouldn't be surprised if I was the first and last person to hear them.
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