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Deserted Valley

"The Hovenweep I had begun to know held its grip on me as I imagined time in solitary confinement might; nothing to break the silence except me. I could scream at the top of my lungs and no one would hear. I could lie in the middle of the trail looking up and lose myself into the blue. I could sing my favorite tunes as badly and loudly as I wanted, without fear of anyone but the coyotes judging me. Sometimes I just sat, looking around, listening to nothing. It was the biggest sound I had ever heard. All that nothing, with nothing but me to fill it. I usually didn’t even try." I have so much gratitude for the editors at SugarSugarSalt , who recently republished my creative nonfiction essay, "Deserted Valley." Pilgrimage Magazine originally published the essay in 2013 in print, and at the time I was over the moon because it was my first publication. It was the first time I really thought I might actually do this writing thing! I'm equally excited now, because t

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