Hey DROUGHT
Wed, 09/03/2014 - 16:28
News Staff
Where towns are as sparse as the grass, buzzards die of dehydration, and cracks in the thirsty soil try to swallow newborn calves, I came to realize my practice of veterinary medicine had extended far beyond the plateaus to the west and concrete roads of the city. Conversations were rare. Panoramic red clay walls shaped crumbling arroyos with curled slivers of surface silt swirling into ‘dust- evils’ from the basin. Brown tumbleweeds were collecting on the porches of abandoned buildings that were scattered around the ‘square’ with the stoic sandstone courthouse in the center. The clock in the tower struck noon.
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