Where am I? How did I get here? Looking through a rocky frame I can almost touch the blues and reds. They seem so bright and so close but wait one step and I am gone forever. The illuminating oranges pull at me telling me to come closer. Rock and gravel remind me to stay and keep my footing. Dust kicked up by my feet whisper "yes, this is real". The battle continues in my brain to step out and fly in this strange world.
In the sky the sun is moving fast, yet time seems to have stopped. Time to go home, back to the real world far away from David Muench's Grand Canyon.
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