Do you know the poetry of Joy Harjo? Her words make me want to climb inside and live for a while, however difficult.
She had some horses.
She had horses who were bodies of sand.
She had horses who were maps drawn of blood.
She had horses who were skins of ocean water.
She had horses who were the blue air of the sky.
She had horses who were fur and teeth.
She had horses who were clay and would break.
She had horses who were splintered red cliff.
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Beauty Mountain 