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Some time ago, I'd grown tired of feeling tired in New York City and I fled- West. I packed high-waisted blue jeans and a t-shirt, plus only my favorite belongings, leaving behind whatever it was that I no longer needed to carry. Clothes I could move around in, that fit like a second-skin. Books for the moments- in-between . Film and my journal so I'd remember. Denim and some dresses, mismatched. One, no two, pairs of shoes. Something to hike in, to wear as we watch the sunset over desert mountain-tops. A two-piece, little nothing, for swimming in a private pool after dark. A soundtrack to keep me moving and feeling good through unfamiliar territory. I left the...