A.T. Lynne Beyond Vegas In the desert at dawn, a few steps beyond the glittery lights, the gambler—taking a break to breathe real air and count his remaining cash— smells the richly-scented creosote bush that provides shade to the tarantula, a perch to the curve-billed thrasher and refuge to the swift-darting roadrunner, and finds, as […]
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