Crunching through snow, 
High Arizona plateau; 
Mt. Humphreys as backdrop, 
Aspen forest, 
I see a cabin church, 
Crude thing, 
A cross in perspective set
On the highest peaks behind.
So inside I went, 
To the warmth, 
To the candle glow: 
It almost made a Christian out of me, 
(Like 2 Mahler) : 
Fond memory.                
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