You would never think that a spot of red clay in the midst of humble folks would intersect in the hot, dusty desert land of Palm Springs, California, a wellknown enclave of rich and famous.
But, somehow, I keep finding my way there.
First, I love that Palm Springs pays homage to those who plopped down second homes in a place where sand can blind you if a wind storm kic...
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