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Canyon Song
The wind sings differently in the canyon—verse, reframe, chorus, bridge—and back again. Through pine and breath, memory and sky, I return to this sacred belonging where even the trees bow, and I join them.

The wind sings differently in the canyon—verse, reframe, chorus, bridge—and back again. Through pine and breath, memory and sky, I return to this sacred belonging where even the trees bow, and I join them.