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The pre-sunrise bird is forcing and gorging itself on some skinny, soft worm as I pull out of Montgomery Lane. Cheaper unleaded gas loaded and done after shoving down a cheeseburger I picked the lettuce out of, I climb back into the car and find myself on the freeway in ten minutes, “Leaving Las Vegas” spelled out by the shoulder in twenty. Passing about eighty Silverados, we head to the flaring scorch of Death Valley, 46000 acres of government-designated wilderness. The state issued a notice this morning to “travel prepared to survive,” though I refuse to process and head West anyway. To the right, there’s a blue desert that kisses an even bluer sky.
Concord Purple on the Sunrise, by Pran Phucharoenyos
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