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McMillan Mesa Beneath Waning Gibbous

August night descend Slow enough to hear crickets Chirping mesa songs

Sing a Song of Sixpence

The birds were wet today Danced in the tattoo mind Evenly paced, song in the air Flirted in the spray where The House of Finch Braved the assault of The Brewer's Black Bird Pie The blackbirds chased their crow They... Continue Reading →

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