I like wide-open spaces but for sure the desert wears me. The Rio Grande is truly everything it’s cracked up to be. To watch the stars in the desert you can look straight ahead. When finally I sought shade, I found dust storms instead. I been shivering and smoking and driving and crying. Laughing aloud at a mouse and then whining. Back in Colorado I’m shoveling Portland cement. If I can’t sit around outside Imma post up where I rent. Did he know you’d dance when he played that song? Did I tell you I got to see a roadrunner run? Gladly unpacking now I’m feeling satisfied. I still perseverate some but I’m straightened out inside.

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