Hwy 17.

Highways past Sedona. Life blurs and  burns as a lone  butterfly flaps

Sedona Arizona
Sedona Arizona (Photo credit: Molly258)

by the past, and stumbles on the next turn.  The pines are statuesque monuments along hwy 17, before we dip into the concrete sideshow of Phoenix, it’s about 102 degrees. I am reading “When the Mob Ran Las Vegas”,  a few pages at a time. The violence is unsettling.  I am caught in believing and not believing.

More later.


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