AUGUST 31, 2020

Chapter 27:

When I Imagined Dystopia

Driving back into Colorado, after three-months of partial isolation and struggle in the city, I saw the outline of the mountains emerge, faintly at first, from the white-blue sky. The closer I got, the clearer they became. I drove and drove, with 1,700 miles at my back, until I entered their protective embrace.

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