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Jun 2021
I feel the essence of the desert
its cool, damp heat
in spaces of mud
Hot, dry sediment and shrubs
a sky of purples, pinks and blues
The wind blowing through
scattering bits of rock and sand
Merlie T
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Merlie T  27/F/PNW
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