on the high desert
of Nevada
on the outside rim of the world
our toes are tapping
our fingers are snapping
the dust beneath our feet is slipping
and we begin to run
downhill laughing and waving
to meet you in the garden
where the reds are deep
the golds are rich
designs sizzle
and the fun begins.
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Mrs. Eunice Wilder formerly from Jack She is a grand lady and has quilted
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