I have been to the desert...



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Since I last wrote, I have been to the desert. I have been in Arizona and Nevada. I have walked into the desert mountains to see the wild yellow poppies as they swam their brief sojourn across the desert floor. I have sat in the heat of the sun and the dark of the night–and stood flayed in the banks of the serrated wind. I have lain awake in silence and slept in the day’s noise. I have swum, and I have hiked for hours navigating Ruby through swarms of jumping cholla, and I have thrown rocks far out into the Colorado River in which she’d swim and then wade along the rocky shore.


We walked red rock, hiked along Davis Dam, old mining towns, and would be settlements. We stared at the clear water and watched stars shoot off into the sea of night’s horizon. I cracked open the heels of my feet from too much dry ground; I burnt my skin in the glaring truth of the day. I spent all my time with family. Mostly, mostly, I was with my family–siblings and my mother. I have been to the desert–and the desert was hot and dry and clean.

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