EMILY KOONSE

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When I walk out into the desert, I am not alone. The cold, howling wind and coyotes are there. The bitter hard earth, ever present to be be trod upon.
Detritus - dry, preserved reminders of the life and lives that were here, but oh - how long ago!

Desert horizon seen through windows of empty shack
Close up rusted metal with holes
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