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Show can only be felt , cannot be put into words by finite minds , will There is a design so grand not be limited by our short , mortal grasp , but perhaps glimpsed, here, in a wonder of San Juan it All Remember meadows and mountains , streams, and gentle ponds The words nature speaks. photos this issue: Miles Turnbull, the San Juan Record by Becky Palmer tenth grade t storms of winter lay a white blessing on the thirsty land. on this late afternoon the westering sun comes out, and turns The tt n r after the storm swirls by, as all a golden wonder of San Juan And it 1 |