I pursue reality where she lives,
And bid farewell to lesser gods afar.
My feet are firmly planted on the craggy mountains of York Gulch and the well worn sidewalks of Idaho Springs.
What of Europe or the Orient?
I have the magpies, the chickadees, the owl and the joyful singing of Clear Creek as it races past old abandoned gold mines.
I have no need of New York, Chicago or Paris.
I have the village.
BR Schoenbein
December 15, 2015- Tuesday
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