120 hours in Texas
July 22nd 2010 I looked through the window to see Dallas on high. I saw tiny cars running on wide highways. The scenery was dyed in a sand color of desert. Buildings, houses and streets were also dressed in the similar color, and were secretly embraced by the heat and wind. What I was seeing instantly reminded me a picture of cowboys on their horses’ backs, racing in the noises of full gallops and crossing sma
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