Notes
A mix for homelands that smell like sagebrush and dust. Old fence posts, mine tailings, little canyons choked with cottonwoods and willows, the skeletons of loggers' cabins. Pine-covered mountains, high alpine lakes, serpentine highways winding in and out along the slopes, or stretching straight and flat for hours across the high desert. If you went back, would it still be home?
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