Needing to clear my head, I stop for a drink of water in a long flat meadow, filled with sand and gravel but with no grass. Fox tail pines grow up out of the boulders strewn at random.

Surrounding this desolate meadow are snow-capped gray towers of jagged rock daring all who see them to stand on top. The mountain ridge lines stretch to the sky for miles then fall down far into deep crevasses and gullies. 

Among mountainous cirques are glacial lakes calling out to be swam in. Blanketing it all is a deep blue sky colored with white wispy clouds to provide a sense of texture and contrast to its eternal reaches. 

Foreign splendor of untouched magnificence, raw beauty, and uniqueness call out to me in my wild dreams. Taking in the surroundings, it is clear nature accepts all that I am. Regardless of past wrongs and future plans here my heart is home. Here I can heal.

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