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And the wind they call Moriah
When I drive through West Texas, it blows through me like a howling wind. I am not talking about the way the open plains, shallow valleys, and low plateaus are often fraught with windy conditions (they are), I am saying the place itself is like the wind - elusive, pervasive, and persuasive. It blows through my soul and my ha…
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