The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. – Vera Nazarian
A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years… A day of temporal tune up! – Vera Nazarian
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. – Vera Nazarian
A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years… A day of temporal tune up! – Vera Nazarian
It was the farthest she had ever been from home, not only in miles but in feeling. The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the cloudless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness. – James Carlos Blake, The Rules of Wolfe: A Border Noir, 2013