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Oct 2020
I'd like to focus on the moon,
but the sun is before me

as I move ever closer
to the water.

That's the only way
I'm quite sure.

It falls and peeks
behind branches and leaves.

Firm edges blurring
as the smoke

which made it red
makes it harder to read.
Wildfire season
Anne M
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Anne M
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