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May 2016
Fog drips slowly over rose colored mountains
like sap from a tall heartwood tree
Lavender skies burst to flames of burnt orange
as the sun reaches the horizon
The moon in waning gibbous
displayed boastfully
Sage brush blowing gently
sprouted from red dustΒ Β 
on an indelible high desert morning.
lucid
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lucid  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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       Lior Gavra, Rose, Sk Abdul Aziz, unknown, nivek and 3 others
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