Miguel saw the graveyard for the first time on a cold December morning. An endless canopy of gray hid every trace of blue sky and the colors of the desert were rich and saturated under the soft light of an overcast day...
People sometimes ask me with great curiosity what did Miguel and I do all day, camping in the desert, far away from it all. The answer is that we were closer to what we cared about most, art.
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