The “reality” of the Gaylord resort
I sit on this balcony, my door wide open to the evening sounds.
Behind a lemon tree and palms and falling water to mask the party below.
Under glass skylights that reflect twinkling lights below
And it all seems so real
But the air gives it away
Stale from the day of people walking to and from, the plants hurry to catch up.
I wonder, where are the mosquitos?
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I think I’ve been to this very place. Is this how they might live on Mars? Very nice description!