Desert landscapes, beautiful to look at.
Ocotillo, fuzzy-looking green, fluffy, filled with orange bouquets at ends of each arm.
Looking huggable, gently holding a little bird on it's hidden thorns.
Bees buzzing off and on the cones of flowers, pollinating the same.
Treasuring within, memories of nature, as I hug an ocotillo with my mind.
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