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Now a faded pair of blue jeans that served us well as shadows set in and pretty soon there'll be nothing to see and not much to tell other than what we can glean by the cold light of a glinting sharp silvery moon whit howland © 2021

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May 12, 2021

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Notes: a word painting
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