A lonesome widow runs a bookshop on a ranch in Arizona, one of the warmest bookshops on earth. Her name is Winifred Bundy, and her establishment is called the Singing Wind. You go north out of Benson on the Ocotillo Road, cross the train tracks and proceed 2 1/4 miles across a cattle guard to the shot-up mailbox -- SINGING WIND, it says, a careworn advertisement that is easy to miss -- where you hang a right on dirt, continue a quarter of a mile, open a gate, close it behind you and continue another quarter of a mile past horses,...
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