A Run to the Sun
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Last published Tue, Jul 4, 2017
A story chapter woven by fingers of providence, revealed in the spirit line of a journey, told with gratitude. An teacher husband and doctor wife from Hawaii pursue bliss and the unknown to find themselves on the Navajo Indian Reservation in the Four-corners region of the Southwest. This anecdotal journal attempts to weave a meager blanket of experiences in a land and culture that walks in its own beauty.
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