A decade ago, I found a book, sitting in the middle of the parking lot at work. Who's it was, how it got there, I had no idea. Old, worn, travelled. A book like none other. I opened it, and the pictures inside moved. I carelessly brushed my fingers across the page and found myself there. But that's a different story.
About this time, two years ago, I stumbled onto a mystery in the New Mexico desert. My parents have a summer home in the Rockies, I was driving to Sante Fe, and...well, it's not really important, is it? I turned off the highway onto a dirt road, then another dirt road, and another, until I ended up at a barbed wire fence. I found a cleft, in the ground, near an extinct volcano. I found Zandi at his trailer who pointed the way. I was drawn to this patch of land, following some inner calling....
I fell down a rabbit hole, and like Alice, was never the same again.
About this time, two years ago, I stumbled onto a mystery in the New Mexico desert. My parents have a summer home in the Rockies, I was driving to Sante Fe, and...well, it's not really important, is it? I turned off the highway onto a dirt road, then another dirt road, and another, until I ended up at a barbed wire fence. I found a cleft, in the ground, near an extinct volcano. I found Zandi at his trailer who pointed the way. I was drawn to this patch of land, following some inner calling....
I fell down a rabbit hole, and like Alice, was never the same again.
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