It's a magnetic pull that creeps up on me several times a year. I'm thinking it's just about that time again. It's my happy place. What can I say?
It's many things to many people. To me, it's the land of sun and leisure, unforgettable moments and all that is vintage. It's where I go to linger over morning coffee, to find inspiration in the architecture and glamorous furnishings of yesteryear and spend the day mindlessly floating under a sky only the desert can provide. And sometimes, the anticipation alone that comes just as you round that last turn on a desolate patch of Highway 111 can be just as exciting.
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