Dominic Donahue
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Nyx
Chilly air seeps through cracks in the cars’ shaking chassis: the old, bumpy, road threatens to rattle the even older engine apart with each trying jolt as we descend…
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Holofeucene
Alone. Atop the soaring spire of rock, the tattered cloth rifles in the cold, misty wind, starkly defying the rain-faded oranges, reds, and purples of the Mesa. The evening’s…
