Dispersing Luck April wind whips tumbleweeds across the plains of Santa Fe. Some wedge in barbed wire fences, others bounce along I-25 like children playing hopscotch. Maybe that is what happens to the souls of the dead. They travel unfettered, gather the detritus of life as they journey from ocean to mountain to desert.  …

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