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Sep 2016
Into the depths she glides
Natures killing machine
Muscles and teeth
The great white
Looks up at the surface

Waiting, waiting
For a seal to silhouette
In the sun
Suddenly with a thrusting tail
Heads to the surface like a torpedo

Collision course
Seal impact
Teeth gnash
Blood runs
Lunch is served
The Fish is Fishing on this one
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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     Gary and The Fire Burns
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