Notes From a (Mostly) Empty Playa
“What is this? Is it a baby wipe? No wait, I think it’s a sock.” We’re clustered around the tailgate of a government pickup truck, holding up zipped and labeled plastic bags of detritus. Most are looking pretty empty; others less so. And then there’s this little white ankle sock, crusted in dried mud — … Continue reading Notes From a (Mostly) Empty Playa
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