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  • Gripping bones of creatures once living. We pull over to marvel at the scattered parts, all electric white against the dry desert. We notice bits of tumbleweeds taking refuge in the cavities. They are stunning. We decide to let them remain where we find them. She talks about how she almost wants to bring the perfect spine home to her yoga teacher in New York. We get back in the car and discuss family and history. We discuss where to go from here. Always finding home in each other.
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