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  • Save for a decade in exile, I have lived in Colorado near the Rocky Mountains. I am in love with the (mostly) jagged peaks. Yet where I find solace, where my racing mind slows and my thoughts become singular and cohesive, is in the flats of the many meadows nestled amongst those mountains. Recently I visited one of my favorites in Rocky Mountain National Park.

    Pre-dawn, cold, frosty, and steam rising from Fall River. Quiet, except for the echoing bugle of bull Elk gathering their harems. I am grateful that I live here and that I am able to visit places like this. I am grateful that I can immerse myself in its peace and allow it to overcome me and give me rest.
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