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Damn Paint Truck

hasty journey south tombstone circle k wade through wanna be cowboys and rv queens to check out counter and zip outta the parking lot onto the open road only to be cut off by a paint truck laying lines really? crawling down the highway slower than a snail no way to get back home now slow motion anesthesia fade kicking in paint truck procession will it ever end finally interstate cruising and bless my soul heart of saguaro forest rising out of an arroyo red, orange violet streaked glow mountain silhouette thick stately grove of slender giants ordered rows like teeth of black comb marching over mountains straight into eternity against a sky that steals every color horizon bathed In deep rich tangerine gold purple, crimson streaks bleeding out stretching wide thinning like long tentacle tips tenderly tickling mountains hovering barely above psychedelic gynormous octopus breath taking Arizona awe damn paint truck almost missed it

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Date: 11/22/2022 11:46:00 AM
Yeah, damn paint truck, close call. Steven I wouldn't have missed this journey for the world either. The mountains are calling, and I must go! In depth descriptions in every line. Great entry for the challenge "V" forms, Constance L.F., Contest.
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Steven Young
Date: 11/22/2022 12:45:00 PM
Thanks for the read, the comment, and the hot tip, Anaya. I'll check it out.

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