Mexico

by starkish

Her hands stiffened as she continued sketching her building design, nuance that of mountains. While listening to Led Zeppelin, she felt she was transported into a Mexican desert surrounded by yuccas and ripples of heat. Though she has never been to a Mexican desert before. A pencil in her hand, eraser debris, staring at her design, while Zeppelin hummed/strummed in her ear, she was pretty damn sure, this is what a Mexican desert would feel like.

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