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Grace - I first came to the desert on a cold December day. It had snowed the night before, and until I showed up, I didn’t know the desert got cold. I was wrong. The desert. A dry, baron place, I was told. Barely any plants can grow there; only the strongest ones. Honestly, the desert reminded me of death. Or at least a lack of life. I was wrong about that too. My perspective has changed in a collage of sunsets and moonrises. With a strong wind, I was swept up into the magic

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