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“...celebrating in a sea of little more than cacti and a billion stars.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“When he would steal a kiss from her, it always took her breath away. No one kissed like Rick. No other man was able to make her lose all conception of time when he kissed her.

That was not all. Rick was fun to work with and made her laugh. As a partner, he had talents that she desperately needed in her business. He was a cunning and crafty man, and his talents helped in solving many cases.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Below cascading breaths of storming sighs
Shudder the petals of the desert skies;
Gentle blossom, nestled flame atop thorns
Savors languid sunbeams after gust storms,
Breeze parted clouds afford warmth to the bud
Softly caressing limbs windswept in mud,
Draped spider tinsel on pin blades verdant
Peacefully swing in the mellowed current,
As raised arms pine for the sun’s strengthened gaze
That’s nurtured generations long lost days,
From arid desert sands, to seeds in soil
From rainfall of winter, to summer’s toil,
Stemmed firm to withstand changing tides time brings
Cactus being ‘neath the winds flowing wings.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan