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Glines Canyon
December 2014

I’ve been daydreaming about this place, even at night. The shapes in silhouette are unresolvable, and tax my small-hour stupors like doors in river beds, or gates in clouds. A thinly picketed ridge over defunct gates and gearing, and the soft-globed lighting on a dawn promenade provides a clean, well-lighted tour of a dead century’s achievements, as well as the new century’s reparations.