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Oct 2016
Condensation
Dripping drops
Fog the shower door

Hiding the beauty within
Tan lines
Humble curves

A view
I love to take in
Soapy masterpiece

A museum piece
Hidden in the back
How can I see

I peck at the door
A fist stripe clear spot
Appears at eye level

Staring through
Like a knot hole in a fence
At the scene inside
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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