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Fog After Fire; The Wind


  Fog After Fire   Fog in topmost eucalyptus branches linger longer, long after it’s lifted off pinyon and manzanita. Visitant at the door, no morning sun reproaches,   urges farewell. The entire high atmosphere bears moisture, cold blanket on a fevered body—foliage stripped bare, not barren. Pod, seed and nut, berry and shriveled   […]

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