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Aug 2017
Imagined faces in water vapor,
changing rapidly to rabbits,
whites and blues and grays.

Brush stroke winds,
paint the creations,
floating overhead.

Green fronds surround,
I lay in the breeze,
and watch the evolving art.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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