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Nov 2018
Mar
The waves crash and recede
In a language I do not speak

The mists drift in from sea
and whisper gently unto me

In this midnight air
I feel the silent pull

of something far away

as currents twist and turn
the sea side flowers bend

a dance, a waltz, a love
a romance with the wind
Nonah
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Nonah  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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