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Meditations
Miranda
A soft breeze played with my loose hair. The day had continued sunny and mild, almost too mild for early November, although I could tell it was warmer here in this quiet corner of Tesuque than it had been in Santa Fe. We were in a river bottom in this part of the world, so I supposed the lack of altitude had something to do with the milder temperatures.
Simon and I stood in the garden, the sun shining down on both of us. He’d suggested that we work out of doors, since the weather was so nice, and I hadn’t been about to argue with him. Soon enough real winter would descend, and the chance to stand outside for long periods would be gone until the following spring.
Where I’d be when winter and spring came, I had no idea. I supposed a lot of that would have to do wit
