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March 30, 2019
Taos, New Mexico
Ramsey normally accepted flying as a necessary evil, an integral part of being a modern human geographer. However, as the small regional turbojet screamed and bumped its way along the Rockies on his flight from Denver to Taos, New Mexico he couldn’t help but reflect on his own death. It’d been a while since he had been absorbed by thoughts of his own demise. The last time was Peru.
Soon after he swallowed the ritual potion the shamans had prepared for him, he felt himself being devoured piece-by-piece into the belly of a monster. A part of him wanted to let go, but another part, driven by fear, fought back.
Fought for what? Ramsey asked himself. He remembered: I fought to be. It was like two forces pulling on a rubber band. It snapped. Then there was
