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Feb 2018
The fog arrived,
not on the feet of cats,
but as a beast of burden,
swallowing the port and the ships.

The croak of horns
scared it not,
the flash of lights
would not distract.

Stubbornly it sat,
refusing to budge,
in the early morning,
waiting for the sun.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Colleen R and Lawrence Hall
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