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This episode is brought to you by the rustling of tree leaves. Tonight we'll be reading the

opening to the 1922 travel memoir The White Heart of Mojave, an adventure with the outdoors of the desert by Edna Brush Perkins.

It recounts the adventure of Perkins. It recounts the adventure of Perkins and her friend Charlotte, both independent-minded

women of their day. Both women were early feminists involved in women's suffrage, the right to vote. At the end of the

great war, the two friends wanted nothing more than to escape the crowded oppressive city for wild open space. Let's get cozy.

close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

One, the feel of the outdoors. Beyond the walls and solid roofs of houses is the outdoors.

It is always on the doorstep.

The sky, serene, or piled with white slow-moving clouds, or full of wind and purple storm, is always

overhead. But walls have an engrossing quality. If there are many of them, they assert

themselves and domineer. They insist on the unique importance of the contents of walls. And would have you

believe that the spaces above them, the slow procession of the seasons and the alternations of sunshine and rain are

accessories pleasant or unpleasant of walls. Indeed, that they were made and a bungling job too, and to be

disregarded as a bungling job should be solely that walls might exist.

Perhaps your lawyer or your dentist has his office on the 19th floor of a modern skyscraper.

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