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Remnants
Joshua trees give way to cacti, remnants of remembered spring ebbing to parched sand as we steer into a sparse rest area. Signs warn us to watch for bees, desperate for liquid in this space where even flesh on bones feels extravagant. A car pulls out and bees swarm a circle of liquid left behind – coolant or motor oil or perhaps, hopefully, wate…
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