What the Dust Kept
The farm lay in Cimarron County, Oklahoma, latitude thirty-six degrees north, where the wind had been blowing since the world began and the soil had been leaving since 1931. The house sat on a low rise above the dried bed of a creek that had not seen water in four years. It was a clapboard rectangle, once painted white, now the color of the dust that covered everything. The front door hung at...
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