A lonesome road to nowhere, coming into Gerlach and the vast empty playa after the burn. It looks ghost-haunted, doesn't it, with Burning Man a dream-memory? That big sky is foreign to us in New England. Its beauty catches my heart. That's what comes of being born in Montana--these immense, Western landscapes become imprinted on your brain.
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