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mirrored fly-glass and polished chrome are tinted in the blood orange dawn running dogs of lummi hush quiet on this celestial summer morn clubman bars and tan saddles strapped to the lowered hind skull caps and fitted chaps for the open flow and rich peripheral scene concessions at the peace arch (from the blue-coat fuzz) black ***** and maples cake the bow hill and chuckanut choppers launch at edison (with their metal fleck and tuft) a half moon rises on the concho and interstellar cross cinnamon gulls and ravens scour the netted docks warlock driftwood and row homes spot the winding coastal roads rumbling sounds at the packer slew ~ with the redolence of briny bay alive on the overlook at fairhaven
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Indian Chief & Road King
mirrored fly-glass and polished chrome are tinted in the blood orange dawn running dogs of lummi hush quiet on this celestial summer morn clubman bars and tan saddles strapped to the lowered hind skull caps and fitted chaps for the open flow and rich peripheral scene concessions at the peace arch (from the blue-coat fuzz) black ***** and maples cake the bow hill and chuckanut choppers launch at edison (with their metal fleck and tuft) a half moon rises on the concho and interstellar cross cinnamon gulls and ravens scour the netted docks warlock driftwood and row homes spot the winding coastal roads rumbling sounds at the packer slew ~ with the redolence of briny bay alive on the overlook at fairhaven
Spent a couple days in late September on a motorcycle trip with my brother...weaving through the small towns and villages of the Pacific Northwest.  Magnificent!
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
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