So I wake up in the night and my brain says this: Lake Havisu. Weird. Not only have I never been to Lake Havisu, I'm not even sure where it is. Is it by the Hoover Dam? Near Las Vegas? It's 4 A.M. and before I can stop it, my brain is flitting from one enigmatic thing to the next. The location of the lake, the look of the lake, a 1950s photo postcard of the lake, (complete with old-timey cars and a color scheme of turquoise and orange) all float through the small flat screen in my mind. I briefl...
So I wake up in the night and my brain says this: Lake Havisu. Weird. Not only have I never been to Lake Havisu, I'm not even sure where it is. Is it by the Hoover Dam? Near Las Vegas? It's 4 A.M. and before I can stop it, my brain is flitting from one enigmatic thing to the next. The location of the lake, the look of the lake, a 1950s photo postcard of the lake, (complete with old-timey cars and a color scheme of turquoise and orange) all float through the small flat screen in my mind. I briefl...
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