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The Evening Sky Falls
The evening sky falls Beyond the walls, thick. Towering. The brink of Lone Pine Lake. Molecules Frozen, if only for an instant, if only for the season. Animals Breathe; And ancient bellows move Throughout and within the heights of the canyon.… Continue reading
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Dust on your Chariot
I feel like the dust on an old country road; Baking in the sun, Awaiting your return. I hear the animals closing the distance. I dream of the way things were. The excitement in my soul builds to Himilayian heights,… Continue reading
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