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^¡^ ^¡^ ^¡^ ^¡^ as we floated over the high desert in New Mexico the color splayed out like river deltas and sunshine collected in the hairs of our arms so high were we that Sandia Peak couldn't graze the bottom of our gondola. Then we saw it. A wee butterfly lost on the updrafts! Trying to catch it I almost fell out of the \ \ / / \ \ / / gondola all I saw was a flit of wing and she was gone.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
sandia peak
^¡^ ^¡^ ^¡^ ^¡^ as we floated over the high desert in New Mexico the color splayed out like river deltas and sunshine collected in the hairs of our arms so high were we that Sandia Peak couldn't graze the bottom of our gondola. Then we saw it. A wee butterfly lost on the updrafts! Trying to catch it I almost fell out of the \ \ / / \ \ / / gondola all I saw was a flit of wing and she was gone.
I've never experienced the Thrill of being up in a Hot air balloon This is a 'flight' of fancy ^¡^
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
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