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Subject: Surfacing I am in the desert. The air holds that sweet desert smell. The sun is melting into the mountains. All kinds of grays and pinks are streaking the sky. It’s dramatic. It’s evolving. It’s unapologetic. I used to be that way. I was bolder. I was surfacing. I was certainly without apology. Impertinent […]

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