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She dreams of Arizona. The sun, the dry dessert air. She know now is not the time but she waits...
the path will be long, the road winds – she‘s told – but it's in the journey she will find the gold.
Waves crash and the sun beams. The shores are calling so it seems.
Sandy toes, natures land... I can't wait to get back to that indigo sand.