Three Sisters rises before all those that gaze upon the valley in monolithic silence. You realize your insignificance as your toes bury themselves in the red sand as the wind howls across the landscape.
I eat a bowl of Navajo stew and let it warm my stirring soul as the the sun slowly goes from East to West, creating dramatic shadows.

I’ve not showered for days, as water here is sacred to the indigenous people, and I will not waste their precious commodity.

I wait for the darkness to come and show me the Universe.

The brightest of stars are found in the deepest of night, a moon that rises over me and calls to my soul.

I bond with the unknown forces of our galaxy in a deeply profound connection.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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