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Aug 2017
Rolling fog,
riding sails,
hulls puncture waves.

Schooling fish
under the precipice
where fresh water falls.

Saltiness lessened,
mellowed and clear,
under sheer cliffs.

Mood stabilized
as nature communes
with and despite me.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Keith Wilson
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