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There’s a silverback haze on the shallow face of the Rockwell Ridge folded brow puzzled chin and dark hollow eyes keeping watch over the lilies and crane flies and will of the wisp Rust brown ravens and fisher kings delight in the reeds off north bend (chased by the terraced streams!) youth blades engrain on the favoured and historic Banka Memorial Mustard and pumpkin skies are clipped by a call from the resident loon the sounds of Buddha Bar piercing the silence and shaping the afternoon chord It’s a time to make way (stream side) seems the anuran are courting
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Lost Lake
There’s a silverback haze on the shallow face of the Rockwell Ridge folded brow puzzled chin and dark hollow eyes keeping watch over the lilies and crane flies and will of the wisp Rust brown ravens and fisher kings delight in the reeds off north bend (chased by the terraced streams!) youth blades engrain on the favoured and historic Banka Memorial Mustard and pumpkin skies are clipped by a call from the resident loon the sounds of Buddha Bar piercing the silence and shaping the afternoon chord It’s a time to make way (stream side) seems the anuran are courting
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
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