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On the Second Day of January 2014 |
| Tortoise shell clouds in the blue porcelain sky cast dark shadows across the valley. I watch the clouds as the move from west to east pushed by the same breeze caressing the limbs of a neighbor's olive tree. I listen, as I watch contrails cut through morning's sky blue tranquility, for the echoes of sonic booms and am rewarded by the unbroken silence of nature. 16 lines Written for
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