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August 27, 2003
Magik...connecting with spirit...that's why I'm here. We can't predict where or when, but we'll be led to the right place at the right time.

On the way to Pahrump, I stopped at Red Rock Canyon to listen to the Ancient Ones. Continuing toward Spring Mountain, a spectacular panorama of the western end of the Canyon compelled me to pause again while the wind whispered tales of those who passed before.

Later that night, my friend and I sat on her front porch and looked skyward to Mars, so close to Earth we believed we could reach out and touch it.