You walked, with a head full of bible, (balanced by Burns?) & an iron heart
that allowed no sentiment outside spirit matter communion, saving it all for the high Sierra, the tallest trees, & glacial loss. When you arrived here, you must have known immediately: this is the last place I'll ever need.
( I am still processing our trip through Muir's stomping grounds, but after Muir Woods I had to write something. More later.)
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