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Salmon Sunset
Salmon horizon beguiles as I towel dry
'pon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.
Mirror waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.
The campsite invited blissful slumber:
Waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a salmon sunset.
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