Cacti, small windows to keep out the burning desert sun and a paint job that looks like pure New Mexico. This lovely little home reminds me why I sometimes think that life in the Sonoran Desert would be quite fun for a bit. Until the dry heat crisped my hair and crinkled my fingernails and chapped my lips.
Back to reality, because I like humid heat as much as I like cacti.
And you don't get cemeteries like this in Arizona.
And though the high cirrus cloud could be anywhere,
...palms, porches and proper conch homes spell Key West, my home and much nicer than any desert anywhere.
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