Friends
They sit, three blondes and a brunette, at the kitchen table in a rented house in Taos, an adobe house, in the tiny, artsy town of Taos, deep in the feldspar mountains dotted with fossils, surrounded by yellowed aspen trees that glitter, silvering, shimmering, shining, desperate in the last rays of the day, drinking up the sun, nestled near the Rio Grande, which is probably babbling, sounding much like the ladies in the house in Taos; ladies who had not seen each other in seven, or eight, years, the last time having been the trip to North Carolina, probably Charlottesville, or Charleston, though one of those is in South Carolina, of course.
You have been blessed with extraordinary friends; enjoy these get aways, maybe the next get together should not be quite so many years :)
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