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Jul 2017
it was like a Saturday had come from Mars
and plopped smack dab in the middle of Monday...
a cool breeze was roasting in the canopy
and far off clouds, seethed with impending
but failed to cross the Rubicon of whatever vector of sunshine
had found us naked in the afternoon.
it was glorious.

and gone too soon.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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