Monthly Archives: August 2009

When it’s dry …

it doesn’t pour. (Opposite of “When it rains it pours”.) Some of you (whoever you are) may have noticed that I haven’t been posting much for the last several months. That’s because I didn’t have time – most of my … Continue reading

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The end of a flight

It felt like a sanctity – the sanctity of this previously untouched space in yellow rock and sparse forest – had been desecrated. Continue reading

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