“Do not let Herbie off-leash,” I said to John. “This neighborhood has coyotes.”
We’d just arrived in Taos, our primary destination on this journey and temporary home. I looked out at the Sangre de Christo mountains as I spoke, which made me feel small. To the east, their peaks were glowing red.
Moments after the sun …
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