Their World as They Know It

It appears as if life in rural Utah has been this way forever.

That the cars did indeed sprout up from the ditch.

That the tree grew pale white with no intention of forming branches and the plastic kennel erupted from the rubble one stormy afternoon, a long time ago.

The rocks here were born painted, the signs born into distress.

And the boy has always been friends with the burro.

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