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Aug 2017
Morning light filters,
through layers of fog,
as the mockingbird sings,
and ducks quack.

Southerly breeze,
ripples lake water,
crystal flashes,
from the sun.

Coffee smells,
from inside,
as the blue heron,
patrols the shore.

Fox squirrels,
chase each other,
through cypress knees,
this Christmas eve 2016
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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