My Story Continues . . . In the Place Where . . .

My story,
my life,
continues . . .

In the place where snow capped mountains dance with flat sandy valleys,
In the place where large wide avenues mingle with sparse alleys . . .

In the place where pools intersect with cold landscapes,
In the place where oases are created for escapes . . .

In the place where strange little animals frolic among a desolated garden,
In the place where people who are high off of nothing bargain . . .

This is my life,
It continues,
It lives,
It survives
In Sin . . .

This is my Las Vegas Story.