Joshua Tree is a skeleton. It’s just a framework, just a map. This is unlike other places, where the energy of the landscape is contained within the living things that make it up. Here, the spirit of the land roams free, and is not restricted by a requirement to exist within something physical like a tree or a rock or a flower—in fact, it is not contained by anything at all. It walks alongside us, twisting through the yucca and breathing off our darkness.
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