The other day I took a long walk through the sagebrush despite the impending storm clouds, a harsh black ceiling hovering over the horizon, daunting and yet comically fluffy. I watched it in the distance looming, spraying patches of walking rain across the desert. Despite the cool moist breeze against my face, I convinced myself it was moving in the ot…
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