Southwestern horizons dressed in long-tailed lizard tracks and sage scented breezes haunt my dreams with an inexplicable longing and deep desert nostalgia.
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Southwestern horizons dressed in long-tailed lizard tracks and sage scented breezes haunt my dreams with an inexplicable longing and deep desert nostalgia.
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Excellent. But typo?
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Completely possible and totally probable, but where?
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My husband pointed it out….typing too fast this morning.
Interestingly, after your comment I ran it through spell check twice and it didn’t register. Strange. In any case, thanks for giving me a heads-up.
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It’s good to have proofreaders. Big shout out to all of mine!
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The calm, quiet atmosphere with scent of sage everywhere is hard to forget. I totally understand your nostalgia. Thanks for the memories
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Desert memories can be so beautiful. Thank you for stopping by today.
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What typo? 💕
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Right! 🙂
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I see similar landscapes all the time out here in NM.
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Lucky, lucky you!
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The desert and that piercingly blue sky – heaven!
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Yes.
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Nothing like the scent of the desert . . . especially after rain.
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Oh I totally agree.
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Similar nostalgia. In fact, I thought I recognized that little hill at first. But, no.
Thanks, too, for stopping by my site.
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It’s a fascinating thing when a place calls our name.
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It is indeed. There are three little mound-like red hills out West I’ve passed on the road a few times in my life that I took pictures of once. I think I’ll post something about them one of these days now.
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So true, and so beautifully said!
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Thank you.
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