As you know, I’ve been in Palm Springs. Which I have a kind of atavistic love for… The architecture and the terrain: The coupling of cacti and swimming pools… What I forgot about the desert was the wind. The wind that kicks up out of nowhere, throwing palm fronds to the ground, and dust high into the air…and sends the likes of me racing inside. The Mister said I haven’t moved that fast since last I sighted a chocolate croissant.
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