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valancy_janeWent back to Dallas for a wake, and while it should've been sad, the truth was it was a lovely few days. The first evening I was back I went walking in the heat, and I loved it; it felt like a sauna. In New Mexico, the heat is dry, brutal; you can feel the ultraviolet rays pouring through the atmosphere, thin as a meniscus, burning into you. In Dallas it's a warm, muggy, comfortable heat, a heat that holds you up while you're standing and lavishes the oleander, the crape myrtles, and the roses of shannon with love.
Back in New Mexico, I have to laugh at what Dallas calls dry. The air is smoky again, leaving me lethargic and inclined to coughing. We are banned from the forests and even some parks; I no longer read the newspaper. I don't want to read about any more places I love disappearing into a field of charcoal. I wonder if it's raining again in Dallas.
Back in New Mexico, I have to laugh at what Dallas calls dry. The air is smoky again, leaving me lethargic and inclined to coughing. We are banned from the forests and even some parks; I no longer read the newspaper. I don't want to read about any more places I love disappearing into a field of charcoal. I wonder if it's raining again in Dallas.