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Because there's something about the burnt smell of firewood The roasting of driftwood and scraps of kelp Frosted ocean breeze at the tip of each nostril And a fog lit sky covering the roadway Often people gather to see the end of civil twilight In hopes to conjure up a natural flame Working against and with the tradewindsC
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
Crossing the Lagoon- Unfinished.
Because there's something about the burnt smell of firewood The roasting of driftwood and scraps of kelp Frosted ocean breeze at the tip of each nostril And a fog lit sky covering the roadway Often people gather to see the end of civil twilight In hopes to conjure up a natural flame Working against and with the tradewindsC
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
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