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Desert Odyssey
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32 deserT odYsseY like us, Telemachus didn’t know where to start when father didn’t come home. face down in a field, his mouth split by stones, he might need us. we spread out, hit Tucson Bowl, the Beachcomber, the maverick, listening for his whiskery line trolling for barflies, pickled laughter, amber waves— grain siphoned from bottomless kegs. ...