It's been in the mid 90's in sweet Albuquerque. You can hear your skin roasting in the sun.
The babes and I sat in the backyard stalking flies and cicadas. The sun and dry winds fluffed their dusty fur coats.
Bossy Baby.
I'm spying on you, Baby. I'm using my spy zoom lens ...
The toasty cement makes us all sleepy.
They feel protected when I sit outside with them.
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