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There are plenty of things to hate about Los Angeles, to miss about Sedona, to miss about Oak Creek. I didn’t get homesick very often when I was in college, surrounded by adventure and grime and fabulous restaurants where Thai Elvis crooned all the way through your tom ka gai. But god, did I miss the stars. Long nights staring at the sky to the whirr of a Diskman, playing “No Name Face” over and over again on tinny portable speakers. We would freeze ourselves at three in the morning, wrapping our bodies in countless layers to keep the sharp canyon air out of our bones, but it would soak through anyway, turning conversations from love to bitch sessions about the goddamn cold. I would strain my eyes in the wet air of city nights, desperately trying to see the tiny glowing dots whose absence seemed reduce this city to a sea of self absorption. Time and gas were cheap commodities then, and I would drive for hours on the lonely mountain roads sneaking their way through the city, staring out into the millions of lights that blanketed the city, the night sky having fallen to earth like countless shooting stars.
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