Written Word
It’s 8:30am and this sleepy little town in southern Arizona is slowly coming to life. It’s still cold. The kind of desert cold that wakes the bones with knowledge that soon things will warm up. This is my second day...
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I have to admit that I'm torn between the allure of the soggy Pacific Northwest and my home in the High Desert. Having lived in this dry climate for so long I often look north towards a change of scenery...
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