At dawn mountains bleed faintest blushes darkening to reds a watercolor spill pouring over hilltops impassive mountains shift risen into life with the sun - Caroline A. Slee
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The Road
These low highways carry me across the dark fields where workers stand invisible against this predawn sky clouds and storm warnings lead me far down the empty road to a world unseen unknown a nation parallel to our own this land carries her wounds as tears soak the soil while these low highways roll impassive … Continue reading The Road