The hedges break like covers pulled back and both I and the valley are simultaneously exposed. I gasp and the Valley seems to hold its breath for an instant. Branches, leaves, birds, and fresh ears all incline towards me.
I feel a gaze fall on me knowing and steadfast. I would not have found this place if it did not want to be found. Yet watchful eyes make for good manners.
Vast hedges stretch up, like green giants flanking the path, and the sky seems far away.
Catching glimpses of the groundw through the reaching leaves, I spy miniature ferns and moss lining small stone paths patterned with tiny wet foot prints.
I'm not the only one walking in the valley today. A bridge draws near and I am almost in the valley.
Good job ira and crew, holding the space lightly
W̷̢̢͎̭͓̱͇̥͆͒͋͐̍͛̕̚̕͜ȩ̶̻̰̗͚̗̮̹̝́́͂̍̌̉̈͘͠ ̸͍̣̆̊̎̄è̵̳̈́́͂͛̊̈́͊̉m̴̝͉̥̜͗̈̕b̵͈̜̾̔̏́͆̌́̕̚a̴̛͆̈́̆͛͒̂͗̽ͅr̶̯̐̂̎́̚͝k̶̡̢̥̩̫̤̤̯̬̀̆̀̊̐̏͒̚͠ ̶̢͓̼̬͈̙̜̈́o̷̹͍̍̎̔̕͠n̷̝̦̟͂̌ ̶̭̜̰͓̂̏͛̆͘͝a̶̙͓͕̭͕̟̳̣͂̋ ̴͇̲͉̐͊̈́̿g̴̮̓l̸̪͚̀́͐ỏ̶̥̻̙̠̝̬̼͒r̸̨͇̖͖̞̦͇̮̿̆͂͝i̴͕͕͋̋̂̓̂͊̂͝ǫ̶̳͔̻͛̽͊̈́̐͛̓ǘ̴̞̗̘̗̫̜̦̯͍̅̐s̸̳͍̈̓̊̍̐̊̃ ̷̡̘̇̂̄̂͋̎̑̚͝j̵͍́̎͒͑́̆̿͆̌ó̸͖̞̻̹̺̝͙̽̔ú̷̗̥͉̲͚̭̼͇͒͑́̂̕ŗ̴̹̗͎̳̠͗̍͗͛͜n̵̟̟̳̦̲̘͑́͗̔̓͆͒̍̅ę̷̛̞̱͔͖̇̌̽̎̈̌͛̇y̸̗͖̜͆̄͐
Santiago Benton (Mayo Pascola, Arizona)
"Ama nau yaihlame tuisi a'atua. Wana'i ju pahko'ora juka máhkarapo puhb'bateko a'a jiapsi animalsi au yánake jume nau yaihlame entok batnaataka catriam Juya Ániasi ténasi emou itnénake.
"Ju Pahko'ora yo'owe ju'ka pascota bat weria. Jume waate pasko'oram bueremamachimme tepan barijiaka.
"When wearing a mask, the Pascola undergoes a transformation into an animal spirit, connecting people to the Wilderness World, to their ancestors, to spirits, to energy.
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