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Can we only write about places we’ve been? My recent trip to a Nevada wilderness area provided a good test case.
Disconnecting my pleasure in doing a thing from anybody’s reaction.
In which the protagonists love what they labor at, interrupt love for labor, find love through labor, or, in the case of the last one, kidnap a sexist, egotistical boss and suspend him from the ceiling of his own country house.
Instead of a grey cross made of ash imposed on my forehead, I received a certificate with a red cross in my email.