A Stone: One Daily Observation
Though each day is different
The sun brings color to Taos Valley
Some call it life
I call it magic
It is no wonder the Native People
Who live at the base of Taos Mountain
Knew was sacred
A Stone: One Daily Observation
Though each day is different
The sun brings color to Taos Valley
Some call it life
I call it magic
It is no wonder the Native People
Who live at the base of Taos Mountain
Knew was sacred
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annellannell 
I saw some pink in my sky a few days ago…
perphaps some magic came my way?
What glorious morning colors. You live in beauty, my friend.
Sacred, indeed. Love that sky–thank you.
Annell, I call it magic too! So much in nature is ‘magical.’ Your pictures often show this magic!