piscesorion

Do we face the mirror each day asking who we are-or asking who we were? Do we recognize the one we long to become-does it stare us back asking to be allowed to come forth? Or is it only the darkness of

![image]( 1992 I was 22 years old and I'd just left Minneapolis to start a job at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. There are wilds in the West that have always held my