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I was born up north in Bismark, North Dakota, but this was never my home. At 11 months old, my family moved me to the sacred deserts of New Mexico. Las Cruces specifically, in the curious county of Dona Ana. There, tucked quietly under the mesquite and yucca of the humble Organ mountains, I learned to worship... never a praise of a dogma, or of the child's deity play doll, but of life itself. There is perpetual conflict, a struggle... gains and loses, that always add up to the abundance of zero... the desert makes this effort more bold. The work it requires to be and stay alive in this great arid high desert is prominent, and obvious. After high school, I wondered my way up the big river, to Burque, finding ever more love and adoration for this bizarre and un-assuming state. As life would have it, a year ago I left my beloved, lifelong home state of NM, to find an education not available there. Now, I'm just treading out here in the glassy waters of The Bay, Oakland side. On a blessed planet spread bountifully with countless wonders, Nuevo Mexico protrudes proudly... that quirky, worn and tarnished one, with its ever present ancient wisdom, and a timeless heart breaking beauty...