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| Artist I am a desert. Empty and nearly devoid of life, deserts are spiritual places. Few go there. No one stays long. No one enters the desert with a small story. They seek sanctuary, in the quiet, shadowless plane of another world. The purity of the desert is its perfection; constantly distilled and cleansed, by the sun, and the heat, and the bitter cold of the night. And when it rains, it floods, washing away the memories. The creatures that live there hide underground and listen. Inhospitable, lonely, and holy. The beauty of life, and all existence, is strongest felt there. Nothing stays there for long. God lives in the desert. |
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