The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

It’s dead, you know. I looked down at the bundle in my hands, the sagebrush brittle and brown, its leaves crumbling into the dust of the Nevada highway. The wind here doesn’t blow; it scrapes. It takes the moisture from your skin and leaves you dry as the road. I had picked it up three miles back, just because the shape of it looked like a question I couldn’t answer. Now it was just trash. My...

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