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Aug 2017
The cold empty beach,
seeping sand into my soul,
the cold crashing waves,
longing for swimmers.

The undisturbed *****,
raid tide pools, brazen,
while green leaves blow,
across silent silicate.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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