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Jun 2017
Pretty skies over tree-shielded river
The fading call of birds
Pink swirls surround the crescent moon.

Day transitions to night
A bus tries to improve its self-image
I empty a pail of sweat over the balcony.
Dawnstar
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Dawnstar  out of the blue
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   Anya and rose
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