The Organ Mountains over a slice of desert.
Ready to head into the arroyo.
Playing in the sand.
Looking for a particular flower.
Playing in the sand.
Looking for a particular flower.
Here it is.
Rather Raw
Willow leading the way east along the cross trail Had it not been for the persistent cold breeze that, at times, blustered along all branche...
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What was she doing with that pretty flower?
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