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Oct 2010
I've seen the sky turn orange.
Last Christmas.
Going to a party
(that's all Christmas is, a party)
it was grey and purple
and all of a sudden
orange.
Brent was in the car with me
I don't remember who was driving
or if we were coming from
or going too.
But we both remember
orange.
We talk about it
its one of those odd things that we both remember and we don't know why
but every few months
I'll mention the orange fog
or he will
        we were drunk
        (that's what Christmas is at home)


The sky in town is always orange.
Every night

Orange sky at home.
That was special.
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   Cinnam Muscat
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