Santa Fe: A Hostel, A Horse, A Healing
Sep 3, 2018 · 7 min read
Nobody was up at five. Or at six. Barely, at seven.
I’d been up since four, and had already cleaned my room such as I could without using the vacuum cleaner leaning against the hall wall twelve feet outside my door.
I padded barefoot into the kitchen where a few people were moving around sombambulantly. I grabbed the heavy kitchen trash cans and walked gingerly across the…
