Juniper Ridge

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Follow your thoughts into the deep desert, into an illusion of surreal grotesque, where the highway ends, the scorching asphalt turns to sand, and you find a gnarled cedar as the last still undead being. An eternal wasteland stretches behind...

Were the forests really here? The California coast at Big Sur? Kerouac could not yet gather a clear thought. The sea sprayed sage like bright green foam, herbaceous-spicy, sharp and fresh, pushing the scent through all the pores of the ethereal...