If the cold weather won’t escape me… I’ll escape it. I’m dreaming of a place where the sun shines high in the sky; beating down, down, down, with no remorse. Where there are cacti aplenty, prickles and all, standing tall, one by one, with no need for anything other than what they already have. The ground is dusty, my boots are covered, and I don’t care one bit. I like it that way. I’ll roam and roam, free as can be, with nowhere to go but onward.
Here’s what I’d pack for a getaway to the desert:
5. Baby cacti
10. Journal & natural wooden pencil
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