12 March 2019

Roam.


When the cities are gone and all the ruckus has died away. when sunflowers push up through the concrete and asphalt of the forgotten interstate freeways, when the glass-aluminum sky scraper tombs of Phoenix, AZ barely show above the sand dunes. why then, by God, maybe free men & wild women on horses can roam the sagebrush canyonlands in freedom and dance all night to the music of fiddles! banjos! steel guitars! by the light of a reborn moon!

Edward Abbey

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