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July 08, 2006

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Richard Carpenter

Brian, thank you for posting this poem. Having just been in AZ and having driven past Sedona, I feel close to this poem. But what makes me feel closer to the poem is the way you describe the sun waking the rocks-the rocks crying out for the morning. The part about the highest peaks being the most desperate made me want to stretch my soul to the awakening light. But my favorite part is that about the cold gathering and rushing across your back leaving a shiver in it's wake. Except it was my back that the cold was rushing across. I have been in that place and your poem took me back and yet I was in a new place. This is a great poem, in my humble opinion.

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