When I think of times I've felt joy, invariably I think of the first time I saw this, and of each time afterward that I saw it:
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| Highway 380 between San Antonio and Carrizozo, New Mexico. November 2012. |
I gasped at the surprise of the drop, the opening up, the vastness, the mountain-range frame of this massive painting.
My joy - maybe that of a bird when she catches an air current that lifts her up, effortlessly, and she soars.
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On joy so far
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