That was the secret of the desert. One had to accomodate one's self to it. To the vast loneliness, the distances, the far-off hazy mountains, to the shadows they took on at dawn or at sunset. There was harshness in this land, but there was beauty, too. It was a country a man could grow to love.
(from Callaghen, by Louis L'Amour)
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