The sun was high in the sky. Midday, late July. The light was washed out. The black of the asphalt was washed out, not even gray anymore, not even a color. Albuquerque is divided between the people who, at midday, go elsewhere and the people who don’t go elsewhere. As I said it was midday, […]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2018/03/in-praise-of-albuquerque/
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