Day Three Hundred Sixty Two

It's raining kind of an icy rain outside. 
It's cold but not too cold, and I'm hoping for snow. 
Even just a bit. 
It doesn't even have to stick, really.

pueb-lo n. A type of village of grouped houses and can be found in New Mexico, used by the Pueblo Indians of North America.

Well, this almost seems like cheating after the conversations we've been having this past week.
Talking about escaping for a while.
Going home...

I pulled out a box of my favorite pastels 

and decided to try and convey a little piece of the pueblo.

It's almost torture...even to think about getting to be there. 


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