Ashes, white on black
slopes, drought-dead Blue Oaks, final
portraits of a fire.
Ashes, white on black
slopes, drought-dead Blue Oaks, final
portraits of a fire.
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NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch poems






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Wow.
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I’ve hung on your every word and pic of the Creek…..now hoping this dab of rain will finish hot spots and wake the grass
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