Hear the voice of the living raging like the rapids, soughing through boughs, howling like desert winds. Unrestrained, life unleashed. Nothing can get elemental as the desert. Nothing can reduce one to insignificance as watching, feeling, hearing the voice of the desert.
“What did you just say?” asked Edwin in a wheezy voice, made so be disbelief. He came out of the police station on the morning his bail was arranged, ...
