These are some of the reasons I love going home. Coming back to the desert is never easy. Not even when the weather is twenty degrees warmer and brighter.
Part of me knows I should stop going, stop putting myself through the roller coaster of what-if's and maybes. Good things come to those that wait. When you think you're done looking and have given up, that which you have sought, shows up.
Patience is not a virtue of mine.
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