Dispatch #40 - US Route 95, Arizona
Good morning from the road. Well, from my tent, actually. It’s 1:42 a.m.
Woke up in a state of frenzy, my dreams speaking falsehoods about losing the hundreds of photographs snapped during the day for a story I’m working on.
I opened my eyes in the morning darkness, overheated, sweat running like streams across my chest, and squirmed free from the mummy bag. Found my camera by headlamp and flipped it on to see all the photos intact.
Let out a long sigh of relief and fell back onto my pillow.
Ripped off my jacket and shirt.
Wide awake. Thoughts spin…
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