A hot dry wind

Been loving this bone dry air and skin cracking heat. The desert blows in and it’s Raymond Chandler time, honest, brooding, beautiful. Languid moves and the cool delights of shade. Desert grooves spin on the victrola and someone says Fats Domino has slipped this mortal coil.

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