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When we got sent home in March, I drove to Connecticut with my boyfriend, since we had no idea how long we’d have to be in quarantine, and I felt more comfortable driving there than flying to my hometown of Reno, Nevada. I spent the rest of the semester there, and in June, took a stressful flight home. One of the first weekends I was there, I went to a natural dye workshop at an arts space I spent a lot of time at before I moved to Oberlin. With health and safety precautions in place, a small group learned how to dye fabrics using food scraps. It was the first time in a long time I felt like I could chat with other people and learn a fun and low-stress skill. Everybody was wearing masks and keeping their distance, and I felt community care in a way that I hadn’t in isolation. These are the scraps of soft dyed silk noil I went home with and use as bookmarks. I love how bright the onion skin ended up being, and how soft the coffee grounds and black bean water turned out. To me, together, they are a nice memory of the desert palette of the place I call home.