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noble walls carved by nature, sandstone flanks, tunneled wind, river like a thin silver ribbon, river winding in a dusty bed fringed by green trees, red cliffs, arid grandeur, in a sea of desert, amber-gold rocks, alcoves, rugged canyon, sombre gateway, soft-tinted rock, barren rock, springs in canyon walls crowded with green leaves, walls of clay and silt, clinging bushes and vines.

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The canyon path was narrow and uncivilized. Plants grew in every which way, leaving minimal room for the path itself. The dirt road snaked around ancient, withering trees. There was a beauty to it - raw and barren - even with the grainy wind, yet amid the mosquito swarm no joy was felt.

By Leilani T, July 8, 2016.
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Stepping up onto the sand strewn rock, the wind whipped, howling, pushing my body toward the edge and the canyon floor ten thousand feet below. Ribbon-like fissures lined the gorge with their wind-carved texture, not far off a waterfall tumbled, white in the desert light. The water lay upon the canyon floor, passing over minerals and stones - a deep, meandering river fed by a myriad of tributaries. Trees and saplings lined the sides, a company of green for the winding aquamarine, leading toward a lush valley that blossomed into an earthy vibe.

By Leilani T, July 8, 2016.