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Jan 2018
Simple paper sacks line the sidewalk,
moving in the wind,
just trash waiting to blow away.

Christmas Eve, sacks glow from within,
candles flicker, with the meekest of light
yet fill our spirits with love and hope.

The display steals our breath,
as we walk down the street,
a lit path for visitors to travel.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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