American flag waving in an afternoon breeze, looking so independent
and free, just like we American citizens here in Arizona.
Desert trees being blown in time with rhythms being played, sooth-
ing this gentle heart, letting it flutter to tempos of music.
Listening, desert cacti standing pointedly at attention through
all the commotion of a rock and roll Arizona afternoon.
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