Especially Thursday night, the moon was massive. Sucking you into him in sort of a trance. His head was tipped coyly to the side and his face was this vivid yellow-orange.
Champagne. Art for sale. The full moon. A transcendent rock experience. Wild coyotes. Winding roads. Twinkling lights of the city. The quietness of a canyon at night. Ghost stories. History. Rioja. Veils. Kindred spirits of adventure. Gelato topped with Disaronno. Films. Books. Work. Carpe Diem. No BS. Hurray for Hollywood ;) Peace in the canyon ya'll.
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