February 2005
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You know you’re in the desert when you walk outside under the light in the middle of the rest of the world’s rush hour, and can hear the rhythmic displacement of air under the pumping wings of the raven flying 30 feet overhead.
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Like Love and Clay
“Love is a lumpy thing. Infatuation is peacock tails, fountains of rose petals, always music underneath like a movie crescendoing. Love is cutting onions for supper when you are already tired. Love is patched of hope and habit and desire, a tent mended nightly. Love is tough as a bone you gnaw on, suck out the marrow. Love is a bone of which you make soup and, surprise, it sustains...