HUNTING FOR YOUR SKIN
“Death is nothing at all … Nothing is past, nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.”
– English theologian Henry Scott Holland
I am Judice. It is a golden morning. The upper-desert breeze is cool on my face and it whispers in my ear. I hear a bird singing. I take a deep breath. Sitting so still is hard. But I can see why those hairy guru weirdos like it. You can see things you never noticed. The desert is so delicate and sharp.
Here he comes. At this distance he looks like a bouncing ball! He is golden with shades of grey like the morning desert all around him. How funny. He’s bouncing on all fours like a cartoon coyote. He’s…
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