"Only two days later, I packed a tent and little else for the desert west and below, leaving with bad brakes and a full tank of pricey gas. There I planned to find the hope and patience I would need to live another privileged year beneath and between bright lights and white walls. I’d let the dust sift across each crack of my skin, and it would powder my belongings so that months from now I can remember the barren wilds. Under the breathing midnight sky I watched the stars, wondering aloud at when they might wither and fall. It’d be so pretty."
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