Despite what our mothers whispered into our slumber lonesome ears on dulcet summer evenings, there is no magic in the moonlight. The forlorn ululation of coyotes amidst the bristlecone pine, yes. The rumble and shush of trucks barreling down I-70 to strange towns and stranger dreams, yes. The barks of dogs, the sweat of dew, [...]
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