Also read "Brief History of my Thumb" by Lucia Perillo
As I was reading this piece, I was reminded of some of Virginia Woolf's writing. Shumaker used long wordy sentences throughout the whole piece. She would describe things with such detail and it was amazing.
"We stood on edges of sand, waiting for brown walls of water. We could hear it, massive water, not far off. The whole desert might come apart at once, might send horny toads and Gila monsters swirling, wet nightmares clawing both banks of the worst they could imagine and then some."
This is my favorite part of the essay. In this paragraph she describes the water and what it carries and it is in such great detail. I love it.
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