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skies in turmoil

far out to sea deep in wild woods in the crisp dawn on the high desert there are still places it can be heard but it takes a heart to hear it takes a labor of love countless miles hand to the tiller to find that brief moment on the crest of a twenty foot breaking wave as a nor'easter wilds the sea when you glimpse it in the stillness between heaven and earth under the bewitching stars in the anvil of desolation's wasteland of high desert on the cusp of the suns imminent rise you can see it in the broiling fire as the edge of the world itself burns

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Date: 12/12/2015 4:38:00 PM
Very nice, Mark. I love the last line.. it sure seems that way at the last moments of sunset.
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Date: 12/12/2015 3:49:00 PM
Beautiful imagery! Thanks for sharing
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