


Slurry gultch in progress. Before, during, and after. When we returned last fall, monsoon rains had washed out the rocks carefully placed by Vince the season before. This concrete gultch should hold up to the big downpour.
The monk calls himself. "Are you there?" "Yes," he replies, "I am here." A diary, reflections, questions, presence, appreciation.
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