Sitting on a public bench along the River Trail of The City Different, a soul muttered as writing in a note-book, “You . . . pretty, pink, and perky. You . . . secret, intimate, and hospitable. You . . . Fe, Santa, and Fe.”
The town’s mood covers people like a throw-blanket warms a couch-potato on a cold day; time after time, narrow streets carry folks in placid rambles, blocks after blocks, shades after shades; everywhere, to enchant sights, contractors had applied gallons of adobes, expressing newborns’ blushes, and fine hues. For boundless alibis, everybody adores Santa Fe of beloved New Mexico.
(Next, I had to stretch the rig toward the Queen City, the Banking Town, the Panthers Den; appeared the time for drifting back in Charlotte of North Carolina, at my Sweet Harbor — to prepare our next route across new US Vistas!)
Written, Filmed, Edited, Directed by Ph. Bouyer-Gray
Music by Jack Waldenmaier (BMI)
Music Bakery Publishing (BMI)
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