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            <title>Desert eclipse</title>
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            <author>nobody@vox.com(Liza Myers)</author>
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1.25em;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home of the ancients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, these canyon walls, baked flesh of the earth, burnt naked by the unrelenting sun. &lt;br /&gt;Anasazi walked these canyons and mesas long before they were flooded by a trapped river. They too heard the song of the canyon wren. &lt;br /&gt;Lilting, descending melody, calling us into the cool shadows.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
    
    
    

    
    
    
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&lt;br /&gt;More than 100 years ago, Mormons labored to construct a road down this chasm, lowering wagons and teams of horses by rope where the heights were too great; where the cliffs were too steep. Long conquered by the elements of wind and water and the force of gravity,



the road has nearly vanished. &lt;br /&gt;Storm torrents have swept sweat and stone &lt;br /&gt;into the secret depths of the lake. &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful water, filled with secrets.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gathered high above these waters to let the ashes of my cousin fly to the wind in his favorite place. A joyful, playful man, flung into the air, riding the breezes. A bittersweet moment, to be there with, and without him.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;The full moon rose before us, giant and glowing against soaring, shadowed cliffs  as we returned. Through the night the light was vivid; color softened, but still warmly intense, even in the greatest distance. 
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lay under the stars, stunned by the beauty. To our great surprise a red crescent crept over the face of the moon, made all the more marvelous by the fact than none of us were expecting it... too busy in the journey&amp;#39;s preparations to notice that tidbit of celestial news. &lt;br /&gt;A lunar eclipse. The shadow of the earth on the face of the moon. &lt;br /&gt;Distances and dimensions beyond my comprehension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600; font-size: 1.25em;&quot;&gt;What would the Anasazi have thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;Beauty is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;And beauty is behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;Above and below me hovers the beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;I am surrounded by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;I am immersed in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;In my youth I am aware of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;And in old age I shall walk quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; color: #cc6600; font-size: 1em;&quot;&gt;The beautiful trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Navajo wisdom resonating throughout the canyon lands, and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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