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Southern Skies

No rain so far, nor stormy weather. It's late July on a quite afternoon. A canopy of blue, and bright Sun light is shining through. An oasis of white with pockets of grey and open sky, the kind of sky through which eagles love to soar. Gentle wind, though tamed and shallow; Never does it go unnoticed. Free of Fires; smoke-free and crystal clear. Crops of soybeans are having a very good year. Of course, it's hot, but that's not new, nor does it alter or hurt the changing views of the clouds. Earthtones, more than a few; amassed with green. Smog-free with air that's noticeably clean. To take this for granted, I wouldn't dare. There's so much domain in which to stare. And too much beauty not to share. 072922PS

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