After you arrive in the desert, your mind lies silent. A home office appears, you resent it but resign yourself to its four corners. Perhaps it is a break, a chance to do your laundry, repack the station wagon, perhaps it is nothing but a blessing. You sleep a heavy sleep, eat good food, move your limbs as though all of this was normal, you have not yet landed in the new, strange reality you've created for yourself. In the back of your mind, poetry begins to stretch its limbs toward the sunlight, a soft curiosity settles in your spine. Maybe, maybe there is something out there to be found.
You pack your bags again.
Go back out there into it.
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