Cima, CA Feb 6, 2021, 12:30 pm.
So.
I am spending time with my eyes shut. Here for an hour, and still hearing my blood vessels shrieking. A Pinacate beetle five feet in front of me walks with the usual self-assurance. If it had not been moving, I would not have seen it against the charcoal and ash.
Dead Joshua trees bear bright white scars where the incine…
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