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Aug 2017
The clink of ice falling in,
condensation gathers,
beading and running,
like sweat on a summer day.

From the bottle, I pour,
a steady stream of
12-year-old amber liquid,
made on an island in Scotland.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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