The conversation about place remind my of at story I wrote about a journey though a place in Wyoming I want on many years ago. I would share it.
A Five Hour Journey
On a cold summer morning, we enter the park from the east to meet a faithful lady. On our journey to meet her, we stop by her muddy cousins, her steamy brothers, sisters and the falls. Then we meet her; watch her performance that she does faithfully once an hour.
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