Anthology of deserts

They are dry and cruel, and merciless. They know no boundaries. When I think of deserts, my mind fills with sand, stones, heat and hopes for survival. I picture snakes, scorpions and mirages, and my defenses instinctively go up. But at the same time, there is a deeper call that resonates through the scorching air:…

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Running to a Grinding Halt

It’s popular, and infamous. It’s in, hip and fashionable. It’s crowded. It’s steep. It’s mean. It’ll kill you if it can. It’s Vancouver’s baby. It’s the Grouse Grind. They’ve called it a “High-angle Social Club” and “Mother Nature’s Stairmaster”. The mountain trail‘s numbers are harsh. Bottom altitude: 300 m. Top altitude: 1100 m. Elevation gain:…

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Acting life away

She’s wearing tight bleached jeans tucked into cowboy boots, walks fast on wide strides of her short legs and then stands at the counter of a coffee shop with her feet far apart, hips thrown forward and left naked by the low cut of her pants, gesturing wildly of her left arm while unconsciously playing…

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