Black Canyon’s gift to the traveler By Adam SarlanMassachusetts I never know what my fingers will touch as I emerge from whitelights of sleep every morning. Today, an old friend, a burn victim, one of many lining the canyon’s gray, windy rim, gave me a hairlock after I rubbed a manila sheet across his ribs, creating that slow riser, a […]
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