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  • My father lives in the middle of a desert. If you walk a couple of blocks, jump a fence, take the sidewalk until there is no more sidewalk, you can easily end up surrounded by nothing but faded shrubbery and dust. The mountains cup the landscape, and thin long wind turbines stand like alien plants as they catch the wind. There is a beautiful, palpable loneliness out there. You can easily end up feeling as alone as if on the moon. I used to hike out into the desert alone, sit up high on the mount…
  • My father lives in the middle of a desert. If you walk a couple of blocks, jump a fence, take the sidewalk until there is no more sidewalk, you can easily end up surrounded by nothing but faded shrubbery and dust. The mountains cup the landscape, and thin long wind turbines stand like alien plants as they catch the wind. There is a beautiful, palpable loneliness out there. You can easily end up feeling as alone as if on the moon. I used to hike out into the desert alone, sit up high on the mount…
  • My father lives in the middle of a desert. If you walk a couple of blocks, jump a fence, take the sidewalk until there is no more sidewalk, you can easily end up surrounded by nothing but faded shrubbery and dust. The mountains cup the landscape, and thin long wind turbines stand like alien plants as they catch the wind. There is a beautiful, palpable loneliness out there. You can easily end up feeling as alone as if on the moon. I used to hike out into the desert alone, sit up high on the mount…