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Nov 2019
Salmon bands scraping horizons.
Slate gray sky is a stage, set for play.
Birdsong warbling, crisp morning breath.
Tree skeletons swaying like anchored gnarled antlers.

Violet western sky, ocean deep.
Dark borders tracing mottled clouds,
highlights illuminated by heaven's gate.
Eroding canyon walls, rushed by angry winds.
jordan
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jordan  47/M/the foot of the mountain
(47/M/the foot of the mountain)   
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