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Dec 2019
this footbridge leads to nowhere
so it seems across the gulley
just winter grass and cactus
low mountain ridges
and low clouds all
in almost black and white

between subdued and somber
open shadows leading
in straight lines

some joys are not bright baubles
a frozen moment
a quiet image

just breathe and sit
and take it in
contemplative, nature, scene
Written by
Rick Clewett
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     Myka, Aasiyah, SJG, Squid, Carlo C Gomez and 1 other
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