On the east ridge, looking east. Still a slight afterglow on the wrinkled, stratified, bitten and convoluted land. The snowy Ortiz rising above the mesas like ice; far away, the Sangre de Cristo peaks white, turning blue, and nothing, nothing, nothing human visible but two tiny lights, distant, almost to Santa Fe.


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