Crystal Fischetti
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Joshua Tree

Joshua Tree. Extract from my journal: Joshua Tree is such an incredible place. It has left an indelible mark on my psyche and heart. The boulders and rock formations took my breath away. They looked like the profiles of Indian chiefs, noble and well respected... I certainly did feel watched by my experience there... the drive down further into the desert was touched by a mixture of melancholy, elation, disappointment, wonder, awe, longing, love, inspiration and so much more... ...I noticed the Salton Sea and Yucca Valley... all these places we were meant to see together... Adele sang 'I miss you' from the car radio. I gulped and professed, 'It's not fair' under my breath, my friend was too tuned into the track and track of the road to notice that I was hurting until I cried salty tears like the Sea. I too became barren, unloved and uncared for... The trees were wistful. I thanked the earth for delivering me there, to lay my canvas on her with rocks for weights where I painted... inspired by it all, the soundless sound aside the brushing breath of the dancing bush against the wind... ...at the campsite...we ate marshmallows by the campfire...my hair smells like fire and my heart is alight like a flame though my body is weary. Goodnight.'  

Joshua Tree.

Extract from my journal:

Joshua Tree is such an incredible place. It has left an indelible mark on my psyche and heart. The boulders and rock formations took my breath away. They looked like the profiles of Indian chiefs, noble and well respected... I certainly did feel watched by my experience there... the drive down further into the desert was touched by a mixture of melancholy, elation, disappointment, wonder, awe, longing, love, inspiration and so much more...

...I noticed the Salton Sea and Yucca Valley... all these places we were meant to see together... Adele sang 'I miss you' from the car radio. I gulped and professed, 'It's not fair' under my breath, my friend was too tuned into the track and track of the road to notice that I was hurting until I cried salty tears like the Sea. I too became barren, unloved and uncared for... The trees were wistful. I thanked the earth for delivering me there, to lay my canvas on her with rocks for weights where I painted... inspired by it all, the soundless sound aside the brushing breath of the dancing bush against the wind...

...at the campsite...we ate marshmallows by the campfire...my hair smells like fire and my heart is alight like a flame though my body is weary. Goodnight.'

 

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