...the air is dry and dusty. The sun hurts my skin, but underneath a tree my body will shiver. My lips are hard and cracked. My brow is furrowed from the glare. At night, a cacophony of stars and cold silence, more stars than I ever expected and I expected a lot.
In the desert discontent seems frivolous. Or maybe just far away.
In the desert, I realized I needed to formulate a question before I can look for an answer.
In the desert I read, "If you can't find enlightenment in a situation, at least get some fun out of it".
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