Arizona frames the water she may dream even when surrounded by cacti, some wearing hats. You can see in the sky the flag of the State to the left and clouds and stars billow blinking the season of choice. Every bit within her mind, as if voiced by an insistent whisper floodlighting the requisite pool umbrella that protects her body at leisure as she looks ahead. How bountiful the beach light she imagines warms even sky, the pictures before her eyes living away from traffic and spreadsheets and routine better left where they are awhile as she resurrects.
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