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Dec 2014
Reading the air , salt hanging on the lips of this breeze
current spray travels inland          far beyond beach dunes
rolling in
with the edge of a storm breeze and the unmistakable smell of
almost-ready-to-fall rain.
Fah
Written by
Fah  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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   Jim Musics and Jai Rho
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