| Imagine a room captured in golden southwestern light. Just the place to hang my hat for the night.
Envision the comfort of a cattleranch adobe. Beckoning me to settle in and lighten my load.
Conjure the warmth of an inviting adobe home, the perfect spot to return from my adventurous roam.
Contemplate what life was like on the frontier - Why does everything feel so right to me here?
Dream of life on the pueblo. Drifting off to sleep, I hear the beat of a drum very low.
Become a bandit, Ancient Anasazi or cowpoke. While I eat breakfast in bed like regular folk.
Feel that intoxicating big sky open space. Such a shame that I "lost" that suitcase.
Breathe heavy . . . must be the altitude. Funny how I can't shake this romantic mood.
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