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Nov 2019
THE LANDING
Whoosh, hiss
slow burn
murmurs
glides right
earth swells
slender clouds
flow by
silent saints
sun peeks, hides

Whine
bald treetops
glides left
thump
****
skyscrapers
heads bob
rumble
thud
breathe
Betty H
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