There should be no more exploitation of dedicated lands recognized in the United States by any corporation or entity for profit or gain only to that holding company, nor any drilling or taking control of natural resources underimminent domain laws, or otherwise.
Somewhere outside Price, Utah, I found a red canyon, still stretched between what we know as time and space. When you have seen only a limited view of things, being suddenly aware of something different isn’t hard.
As you travel west in the United States, you will encounter mountains. One of the things you learn is how the sun hits your mountain every day. This canyon was a hidden niche in time, with its back to the west, all ablaze around her, in this glory of a desert sunset, she looked out in easterly fashion, across a world of all things.
Personally, I found this canyon to be incrediby heavy, as if I was trespassing. Even the people living here were strangely weird, as if they too had become lost between two worlds. In a dark hour, one should have a secret place of strong hold, with view of the…
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