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Aug 2012
Sun hits the mountains like
The colors of iced-tea-pink-lemonade
Rejected by rocky faces and
The charcoal remains of once-majestic pines
Rays cross in the sky as the valley drinks down the last
Sip or two of the iced-tea-sunset
Philmont Scout Ranch, Day 2
Thomas McEnaney
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Thomas McEnaney
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