A Desert Run
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The road opened to a long downhill run
Into a wide sand valley--
The bed of a primal sea.
We were travelers upon the surface
Of a great openness, running free,
Newness loosen'd upon an ancient world.
We were as young and as old
As the hot wind that blew the sun
Through our dreams,
Making magic in the world.
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