Monday, January 13, 2014

In Old Los Angeles

"Riding through the gate he glanced back at the Pueblo. Large trees and the hills to the west were silhouetted against a bright golden sunset. He was thinking that not even crime and war stopped the beauties of nature. He had seen terrible killing take place against a backdrop of peach blossoms and a  beautiful sunrise, and sometimes a field of dead soldiers silvered by moonlight."   (from Amargosa Ambush)

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