friend under my umbrella. strolling through the town on a misty, rainy day, there is not another soul in sight.. but if you stop for a minute and look down, you might meet a new friend at the crossroad. shall we stop at the café for some hot chocolate?
over the joshua trees. as the last of the sun disappears over the horizon, the desert gives way to nighttime and you feel the refreshing nighttime air. the nocturnal animals who shelter from the blistering sun are beginning to come out of hiding.
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