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COLORADOSCAPES    •    As a young girl, growing up in Southwestern Colorado, I would spend entire days roaming the countryside, building hidden tree forts and plucking praire-fire bouquets.  I remember laying on my back in the cool grass, watching giant clouds sail aglow through the sky, lighting up my face with yellows, pinks and oranges that streaked the heavens.  I would ride in my dad’s truck on the dusty country roads with the windows rolled down and Neil Young turned up…sometimes I would get to drive on the way to the dump. When the first frost came each year, we would pull out our skis and boards, hats and gloves, and dream about the magical white pillow that awaited us in the winter months to come. And in the blink of an eye, spring had sprung and life was born anew.  Colorado is more than my childhood home; it’s my dreamscape, my heart song.

 

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