August 23, 2012

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{Poetry} Hazy Days

Every summer the wildfires come and go. The burn from the fires wafts south into the desert metropolis. The effects of the smoke make me feel more fatigued each day.

Literature, Poetry

{Poetry} Hazy Days

Every summer the wildfires come and go. The burn from the fires wafts south into the desert metropolis. The effects of the smoke make me feel more fatigued each day.

Literature, Poetry

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