On, Prancer
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Is it a certain capacity for illusion that gets knocked out of the disabled psyche? Taking off from Phoenix airport, gazing down on the half-filled lagoons of some half-completed and possibly half-abandoned resort development, I shake my head in something between disbelief and sadness. For at several thousand feet the puny oval of ponds, some filled and some empty, Polynesian palm trees planted at their sides...the whole thing shrinking in pathetic scale as the plane climbs and the brown Read more [...]