The dog and I stand in the doorway, watching. Listening. Horses under shelter, huddled together. Flowers reach upward to collect every last drop and a distant thunder reminds us of our place in this world. The desert knows where we came from. Not our families, or their families before, but the dust of this earth …
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Chihuahuan Desert Education Coalition 