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Driving through Arizona, I sometimes feel like I?m on a different planet, almost in outer space, far from Earth. . . Looking up at the sky, dark blue, almost black, makes me feel like I?m the only one left. If I let my strength leave my feet, I feel like I could reach the other side of the sky. Mysteriously, it compels everything to that unknown place. Between the sky and the ground, air flows freely. Sometimes it?s so still that it absorbs every sound. Sometimes it turns into a raging river and pushes around everything it touches. Rocks try to stand still. Some brake into little pieces, some show their skin, others attempt to root to the ground. No matter what they turn into, they all look up at the sky











