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Sandstorm in the Desert (revised)

My life began with irony. My birth was ushered in by a sandstorm. That’s the story my mother liked to tell. A desert sandstorm raged as her muscles contracted, painfully–and early. The end of March, and I wasn’t due to appear til the end of June. Always impatient, impetuous. In twenty-sixteen, in March, Death Valley is…… Continue reading Sandstorm in the Desert (revised)