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A Visitor Awaits

  [aesop_image imgwidth=”700px” img=”” credit=”Pixabay” align=”center” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Bolsón de Mapimí, Chihuahuan Desert, Old Mexico The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. – Eden Phillpotts The desert wind blew warm and dry across his face layering grit on his chapped lips. He dropped the square bottle to his mouth and let the agave drip down his chin. The cold air bit into his bones. He wrenched the long robe tighter…

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The Smell of Sage and Iron

He stuck his head out again and a smell of dried wildflowers and iron filled his nose. The wind telegraphed the rain and brought a few drops to the pavement. They dropped and evaporated.

In an instant, large drops fell on the windshield. A slow splat of drops hit in front of him and to the side. Each drop the size of silver dollars. A few more rain drops fell and then a torrent of rain.

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