If she looks back she can feel them all, the travelers lining the road behind her. Isn’t that the real American dream? What Lewis and Clark chased across the Rockies? What pulled Ponce de Leon down into the swamps of La Florida? That long plunge into the unknown?

Her Nana says that the Rivera women have running like Amelia Earhart had planes, but Tammy knows it is more like how Hemingway had wine. The love of leaving is the love of being slowly erased.

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