This chapter covers what i miss about Arizona, which was my home for about five years...
The Valley Of the Sun (entrance)
No green, just brown
No moisture, just dry air
No clouds, just blue sky.
I had heard stories of places where the sky doesn't give water.
Where grass is scares, and humidity is non-existant.
But i never thought id leave my green hilly home for the valley of the sun.
Ride across country on the back of a giant bird.
To arrive in a desert bowl, a valley of scorpions and rattlesnake
moving from middle country, to the west...
What a trip.
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I love the repetition at the beginning with the "No..., just..." Great job as always!
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