I was sitting on the edge of the trail- about 8 miles from the finish, a half mile up from Siskiyou Gap- waitin’, restin’, feelin’ the sun on my back, letting the “big” take care of itself. The breeze came up and cooled me. I wanted to step out of my body slip across the valley and get a picture of me, sittin’ at the edge of the world, doin’ my work on a sunny day, away from everything and into “it”, knowing that inside the sacred noise of the wind and the forest was a hard earned silence of my having come to be, here, in this place, today. Didn’t need no photo image as described, on account of it happened; I was there, it has become writing, and it is mine.
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