Chile’s Moon Valley, or a Love Letter to Desert Sands and Open Spaces
A biting wind sweeps through the desert, kicking up clouds of sand that swarm around me. A single grain of earth may not hold much power, but, flung in unity, the course grains slash against my exposed skin, cutting with a force that I imagine mimics shards of glass. My legs sting. As the wind comes to … [Read more…]