When I look at this picture I remember feeling......excited about the root beer and really tasty steak that we had that day. Yep, that's about it. Fat, happy and shallow, that was me. It was really great steak, though.
Backyard fence at the best friend's house. It's a sunset and a red fence which, along with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, are a few of my favorite things.
Somewhere in New Mexico (or possibly Texas) I adore road trips. There's something about the vast stretches of ever-changing landscape that fuels endless imaginings. That little cave up there on the hillside? It's shelter for an outlaw on the run. How many secrets does that river hold? That barren tree there, standing alone, perhaps contains the legacy of the first settlers of the West. These are the times I wish I was able words to paper more skillfully, so I could make these imaginings into great, sweeping stories.
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