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No more late morning
    Early afternoons.
Sunrise dew glistened
    Misty mountain day dreams.
Days seem removed. 
    Earth clings to rooted flowers.
Weeds, tubers. 
     Campfire burn pile, flames
dancing.
     Wolves howl moon’s key 
Ocean skies. 
     Flicker by long tailed signs
From where?
      Infinitely finite black void.
I looked directly into the sun, once,                
    twice…who’s counting.
I look directly into the moon often.
    
    
 
    
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