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My Life Soon Ends

[aesop_image imgwidth=”825px” img=”http://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/mars-image.png” align=”left” lightbox=”on” caption=”Pixabay” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Sunrise bounced through our plastic dome inching closer to my eyes on the pillow. I looked at the divergence of yellow and red light flaring through the bubble and then across the room. The sixth day of Shepard seemed it would shape up as a typical butterscotch day. I saw the sun’s reflection on the large dome of MaxPol. The sun woke me everyday, but the reflection wasn’t…

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A Visitor Awaits

  [aesop_image imgwidth=”700px” img=”http://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/death-1260480_1280.png” credit=”Pixabay” align=”center” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Bolsón de Mapimí, Chihuahuan Desert, Old Mexico The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. – Eden Phillpotts The desert wind blew warm and dry across his face layering grit on his chapped lips. He dropped the square bottle to his mouth and let the agave drip down his chin. The cold air bit into his bones. He wrenched the long robe tighter…

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Make The Rain. Stop.

Years ago in the American southwest, there was an apprentice rainmaker. He learned everything he could from his mentor, a Great Chief, who could taste the wind, read the sky, and cause it to rain in the very spot he picked. This Great Chief was known throughout the four corners for his rainmaking and he was often called upon by farmers and ranchers when their crops or their cattle were suffering. They would send a…

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