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Sep 2016
How cliché my love of clouds is,
but I have been enjoying this
cloud watching pastime
since before I was nine.

Today Athena’s hair is
long and bluish grey
losing fluffy bits
as they fly away
as the day gains
more morning shades.

Behind a brick building
proceeding the rising sun
receding colors of night
become a pink and orange phoenix
fighting a dragon with a pink and purple underbelly.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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