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Before the Fire, Dusk

The old man at duskcomes around the bend puffing his cigar and a bat shadows me as I walk towards the sun, its alchemy golding pine needles on the ground,igniting grape vines.  Hills recline in the distancesmudged by a hand working … Continue reading

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