I feel like Powel; I feel like Bridger; I feel like Muir; exploring your body and mind, trapping your thoughts, trading them with Indians; preserving your beauty yes, and your wildness; there’s something about the West, something about you, drawing me in; when it loses its wildness, it’s still dry and if you lose your beauty, you’ll still have your roughness; It’s best when I have you both, all to myself; just you, me, coyotes singing and gentle desert stillness; I fell in love with you both, together, and if one of you fails me, I’ll have the other, to remind; so, if one day you leave, the desert is only getting bigger and there’ll be no way to unlove you.
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