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Feb 2018
Like cobwebs cling to the corners,
as the spring winds howl,
we too cling to life,
as the zephyrs of time,
blow past us.

And like the webs,
we to eventually lose grip,
and blow away,
like so much detritus.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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