we have left yellowstone. almost as if we've been lifted into a dream we're in jackson hole roasters, sipping very sophisticated iced coffees, still breathless over the new terrain: fields of wildflowers, hundreds of bison descending from the green hilly meadows (without one stopped car snapping innumerable pictures), overwhelming mountains above us - it is as if we've entered a promised land or are resting inside of a prayer. it is a much gentler beauty, less dramatic, very romantic, and most definitely poetic, unlike the park we have just left, which often times resembled more of a desert indiana jones disney ride (awesome, obvi, in so many ways, but what can we say? we like literature. thrift stores. reading by uncrowded lakes. cheap chocolate shakes. a little revered silence). it is a little yuppie here though (in jackson hole).
more later. i need to revel in beauty a bit more (it's like a giant bubble bath)
yours, banana
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