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Apr 14
There’s something of the
Sierra Madre about her,
tall
begging me to fall
within her
forever.

But
I’m in the Sierra Nevada
at Fredonyer Pass
heading South towards
Tehachapi
and our paths
will never cross.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
70
   Peter Balkus
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