The bells began, the clouds rolled in, the rain-cooled breezes moved along the adobe walls, drifting around, swirling down through the sprawling conifers, and everything seemed to pause, accept this moment’s reprieve from the high-noon sun, and we found a bench, surrendered ourselves to contemplation, heeding the notes of peace in the rhythmic ways ofContinue reading “Notes of Santa Fe”
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