[diamond heights]
[mountain face]
my legs are bruised and scratched from my time in AZ. sillouettes of red rocks echoes in the atmosphere and the distance on route 17 in my head. stumbling through rocks and sand in my boots the night barely giving way to what lay in front of me. i felt at home with the star. we laughed and evaluated messages. we parted and the mountainous road gave way to more desert. this stretching long. flashing lights indicated a desert storm the wind slithered the sand across the highway. our clementines were confiscated as we crossed the final time zone. california is home. my beloved city is on the horizon.
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