The winds blew over the mountains and down into Lander Valley, sweeping through canyon and empty willow trees.
They pushed the rains slowly east, passing over our house as if marked with an X, sparing our newborn trees from the onslaught of vicious Wyoming storms.
They pushed the rains slowly east, passing over our house as if marked with an X, sparing our newborn trees from the onslaught of vicious Wyoming storms.
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