
The Palmdale desert w/ the snow-speckled Angeles Crest Mountains behind it
My husband's train riding away towards the OC in the wee hours of the morning
The road to take Grandpa Tom to the doctor after the rain washed away the pollution
A plane that just landed at March ARB on the way to the grandparents through the 215
Fog in the mountains behind the dog park
This is what I'm talking about when I say I live in The Glorious I.E.






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