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I'm at the Superstitions: it's nightfall and the moon is close to full, one smirk away from solid- I'm looking at the sky, neck crooked up, and waiting for the curtain of dusk to pull her dressings closed and show her stars to me I've found the buried gold in Lost Dutchman's Park.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
The Superstition Mountains.
I'm at the Superstitions: it's nightfall and the moon is close to full, one smirk away from solid- I'm looking at the sky, neck crooked up, and waiting for the curtain of dusk to pull her dressings closed and show her stars to me I've found the buried gold in Lost Dutchman's Park.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
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