6.23.20 // New Mexico Air

There is something in the air of New Mexico.
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From Sante Fe to Taos, I felt it.
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It's electric.
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The wind, which dances through the charged air, billows with a careless rapture. Gusting through long hair, smoothly sailing along silk skirts, and playfully tossing straw hats which tumble across loosely packed dirt roads.
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When you close your eyes, it's almost like the air has its own energy, its own soul, its own physical manifestation.
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It greets you like an old friend, a loving embrace, a playful ruffling of your clothes, a hypnotic reminder that magic exists.