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  • In the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming there is a baren stretch of earth called the “badlands.” The name itself betrays a fear of the unknown.

    I was born in the badlands. I found in that place a comfort in the deep silence, in stillness, in a space beyond our measurement, beyond our control. As I grew older I drove on back roads through these places, from the badlands of the Big Horns to the Red Desert of the Great Divide Basin. And always I wondered what lay beyond these roads, what treasures between this and the next? And I yearned for great distances.

    I dreamed of stopping my car, walking into the badlands, and never coming back.
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