When You Ask Me Why We Took So Long I could tell you again how tired I was then, how disillusioned. The real answer, though? I have no idea. But I do know this: Even with evidence of recent rain, a desert says only dryness. Its low bushes brittle, its cracked earth red as rust. […]
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