Free and clear, without boundries or laws. Just simply there. A great sea of sagebrush. Such a dry and burnable plant, yet it sustains life all around me. Rocks are familiar and dirt is hard to find. Ancient lava flows come out of the south, know to me as a hell that cannot be traveled accross. To travel the great land I love is to tavel heven but for a momment in all time. It is perfect in a way that cant be decribed by any words known to the human way, you can just feel freedom.
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