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The old man at dusk
comes around the bend puffing his cigar<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and a bat shadows me 
as I walk towards the sun, its alchemy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

golding pine needles on the ground,
igniting grape vines. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hills recline in the distance
smudged by a hand working in pastel,
soft and slow the line where mountains meet violet <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and clouds lay back smoking fiery pipes.
Village, I am wordless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At a nearby campsite, a grill is about to be lit,
about to blister some sausage.  Blister until
twigs catch, vines chatter in the flames
like gossips with nothing on their minds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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