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Aug 2017
See green of pine and white of snow,
lets the city's gray blues go,
clean air is cathartic, breathe in deep,
let's take a walk down to lovers leap.

Holding hands on the trail,
only the feeling of joy prevails,
through the woods, we rejoice,
listening to the mountain's voice.
August 11.  © Jed Johnson, All rights reserved
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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