In the heat of the dunes

I bet you guys didn’t know you were surrounded by desert in all directions, did you?

I mean,  it’s pretty hard to tell from the snow on the ground. But here we all are on my oasis. Come in, come in and have a fruity beverage. Mind the camel, he spits.

You see those Bedouin warriors riding in circles around us, aiming their long rifles this way? Don’t mind them. They’re only angry about the racially stereotypical fictive treatment they’re receiving.

They’ll stop shooting any moment now.

You see, I was asked where I go to relax and unwind. If you’ve been here a while, you probably already know–hey, you’re in it! THIS is where I unload and relax, usually with a handy caffeinated beverage and an internet nearby.

A satellite signal way out  here, I guess. Best not to ask.

Now personally, I wouldn’t have decorated the place with all this heat and the sand that just gets in the sandwiches. But I got it at a big discount from Hollywood Backlots R Us. Peter O’Toole Memorial Sale.

So top off your fruity beverages and lean back in the shade from the palm trees.

I’m hoping for some belly-dancers soon. Hey, we had lingerie models yesterday, why not?

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

Wonder if I’ll get an Academy Award

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