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196 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 30, 2024
The desert did not apologize for what the ignorant called its inhospitality. She would not rob you of your survival, but neither would she gift it to you. She shared no sisterhood with the rich, wet forests of the north or lazy, sodden deltas of the south. She was not compelled to deck herself with flamboyant glories. She delighted in her thorns and thistles, the broad wrinkles crisscrossing her arid face, the tumbleweeds and scarred dead trees harboring hidden life. She didn’t keep her affections for either the brash sun or the retiring moon to polite and respectable levels: she embraced them madly, unabashedly, burning and shivering by turns. The desert was entirely herself, all the time. Hesper hoped she could learn to be the same.