We carried that wildness, that windswept, powerful fierceness with us as we began our slow crawl back along washboarded roads. Hands stuck out of car windows to feel the wind tug at us, tempt us, as we rejoined highways. Sand leaving breadcrumb reminders as we stepped into showers and soft sheets at home. And the hum of the earth and vibrations of the road taking us to dreams of the wild beyond.
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I inhaled the fresh air, absorbed the sun’s warm rays on my skin, felt the low hum of the earth reach my bones and make me want to run to it…