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May 18, 2006



I grew up in the cold wet environment of New England. A land full of trees and always green. The first time I went to the desert I was overwhelmed by its stark beauty, its clean unimpeded vistas. I especially fell in love with the colors; brown, orange, sage green set against a cobalt ski. I was in love from the very first moment. There is a mystical quality in Arizona– even in the suburban sprawl of Phoenix. I am so sorry I cannot be there. I was looking forward to MLA in Phoenix. If you get a chance, go up to Cave Creek (it is on the north side of town). It is a nice little village in the northern foothills.

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