“Not Summer”

It seems like there are two seasons here in the desert…and it feels like “not-summer” has arrived!
77 degrees at noon and wonderful winds! Happiness!


*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.
*blows kisses to the clouds.
*was a FrankenLoompa in a current life.
*paints it sunbeams.
*believes in locomotion.
*spent her childhood in a treehouse with beetles, squirrels, and albino zeggleveddies. 
*one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

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