Kevin Moses

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As the plane slammed down on the tarmac in Albuquerque, I came to the swift realization there would be a significant shift in my existence. I was in the largest “metropolis” in New Mexico and the sense of a hustling and bustling city was absent. It was beautifully desolate outside of the airport. I took a long pull of my cigarette as I became enamored with constant pinkish hue the horizon had from crimson clay dirt. I hadn’t seen these colors in Japan, my home for the last six years. “My home country is foreign,” is all I thought as solitude and doubt tore at my soul.