Hummingbirds have a hard time zeroing in
wind blows the door carpet all askew
can't get the door open
trees blowing
Golfers can't get their balls to go straight down the fairway.
But after the storm the sun comes out beautifully.
So here I am in the present...right here in Thousand Palms. It's not Paris. It's not Morocco. It is not even Oregon or New Mexico. It's windy ol' Thousand Palms...and I love it. The sun is shinning and the sky is blue and all the clouds are fluffy and have silver linings. Wish you were here with me.
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