i love space

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This is a national park, there is a boundary between inside and outside. I can walk and walk and walk, hearing the always ringing in the ears of a city person. The quiet though fills it, in circles and circles. The desert is subtle colors, a radical sunset. The need to find a rock to perch upon and contemplate the space-ness-ness of it all. To get a scratch on my leg from the sharpest granite, making up boulders round as curled bodies stacked. The reds fade to tans and beiges and softness as the light changes. I would like to make a color pallete of the desert, there is such a specificity to these subtleties.