has gone, given way to clear skies,
a wind dancing with trees.
I know Nature does not possess
the gifts we are given
but there are some of hers
I wish were mine.
-Byron Hoot
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Eerie Moon
Eerie moon, glaring night sky eye adrift amidst a sun scorched sky peers greedily stirring fear-filled shadows, where glowing eye prey cowe...
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