MORPHEME
Oct 25, 2019
2 minutes
BY JESSICA NORMANDEAU
PHOTO BY ALRIC LJUNGHAGER
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN POCATELLO, IDAHO, and Jackson, Wyoming, I’m driving alone in an F-150 with rusted hubs and a transmission that threatens to go everytime I shift between third and fourth gear.
It’s 1:00 a.m., but I’m not tired. It feels like 5:00 p.m., local time, where I just flew in from.
I spent
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