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| Lake Powell The placid glass of the lake's surface splashed when a line was dropped to find fish for a feast from onboard the houseboat anchored for the night just offshore of red rock risers, monuments to a Mesolithic past. The silence spiritual, simply breathing was a prayer. ~Judi Van Gorder "Sonic Texturing" |