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fl owering plants — some pale, and some darker, like an egg yolk. Swarms
of yellow butterfl ies fl utter around them, dancing in and out of the
branches. I just started laughing when I saw them; it was so perfect. My
favorite plant is sage, again lots of different kinds. Some have billions of
little purple fl owers, and they’re about four feet tall. Others are a silvery
green, and when you run your hand over the leaves, they give off this
savory scent that is barely sweet and makes me think of my mother’s
stuffi ng at Thanksgiving. It’s sage, the herb. The air just smells all herby
from sage, juniper, and other smells I can’t identify. There are some low
bushes that have bright red fl owers — some scarlet, some rust, and some
orangy. I can’t believe how beautiful the desert plants are. I’d always
thought the desert was just sand.
3 As I went along, I was surrounded by the huge rocks of the canyon;
it’s like pictures I’ve seen of the Grand Canyon. At the base, the rocks
are a dark, rusty color. As they rise up, they have about ten different lay-
ers of color — from a kind of light grey, to darker grey, to pale red, and
fi nally to a brilliant red that shines in the sunlight from fl ecks of mineral
in them. I was literally surrounded by these looming rocks, thousands
of feet high.
4 Best of all, though, is the sky. The towering, multicolored cliffs
were met by the bluest sky I have ever seen. There were no clouds, and
this blue was dark and beautiful against the red of the rock. The sun
was bright, as it usually is here, and everything was so big, so colorful,
so intense that I felt lucky to be alive. There’s something about all this
beauty that has been here for millions of years that makes you feel as if
your problems just aren’t that big.
5 I kept wishing you were here because I know you would feel the
same way I do about this area. It is just so beautiful it makes you happy.
I took some pictures that I’m sending to you. The pictures aren’t nearly
as astonishing as the real thing, though. You need to see it for yourself.
Please come out soon. I promise you won’t be sorry, and maybe you’ll
decide to move out here. I miss you.
Love,
Jennifer
PAUSE: Why did
Jennifer laugh?
PAUSE: Summarize
Jennifer’s descrip-
tion of the plants
in the canyon.
PAUSE: Is there
any place that
has given you this
feeling? Why?
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