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Aug 2017
The temperature cools as the first star winks,
your blue eyes catch the distant glow,
illuminating the fast fading light.
edges soften, smudged by the shadows,
like a work of art, viewed from different angles,
intriguing, exciting, and different each time,
yet I never tire of looking as night falls.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Madeon
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