I spy a garage tanning in the sinking sun. Its trim is white, though leans towards the colors of another SoCal sunset. Shingles scamper towards the moist green grass and the inner garage breathes through pipes the color of hand molded pottery. A pair of palms contrast against the earthy tones of the garage and dance in front of a baby blue curtain. High in the cloudless sky and as lonely as a broken heart, the moon hangs small and distant…
Another local observation is acknowledged, recorded and remembered.
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looks familiar!!!