The Mule Deer
When my oldest son is the size of an apple, my belly begins to push out against my overalls. It is late summer, and the monsoons have brought a week of night rain in the Arizona desert.
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Desolation is KEY
The weird solitude, the great silence, the grim desolation, are the very things with which every desert wanderer eventually falls in love. You think…
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