At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its bones, bleached trees, scattered debris, and a quiet broken only by the gunfire from the range. My 04/04/26 postcard is a small arrangement of chairs and a person claiming a piece of comfort where none should exist.

Chuck Arning

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