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October 3, 2017


by The Nuclearmind of Scott Utley

The crescent moon rises sheepishly; the slightest breeze might dim it’s shimmer.  Whispering palms hum in unison a melody taught them by traveling winter winds long before our time. San Jacinto Mountains cloak their sun-baked weariness with a cool, dew drenched, silver-platinum compress. Early evening owls hoot desert rats to sleep. Bats yawn. They can see for miles on parachute wings. The desert wind  glides upon a sand-dune lunar landscape. Night begins anew. I think of you.

Time is priceless, I hold yours to just as valuable as I hold mine. I appreciate your input een if you despise my yearning to be free of fear, or yours.

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