The Olin Nature preserve is eerily quiet. So quiet you can hear fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet. I imagine the courage it must have taken for our ancestors to walk these woods at night, guided solely by the faith they were headed toward something better than the violence they were leaving behind.
Read MoreI was born in the desert, under July monsoon clouds and mist. My parents were young, from different worlds, different means, and tried to make their obviously disjointed pieces fit together.
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