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NIGHT
VISION by Mike ~ The stars came down on us that night creating a low
ceiling, We tasted mists of morning reeling through the pines. A spark
from some untended pyre burned truly in the middle air. Once stoked
finely by the host of human tread, It bled, refined into a rapier before
our eyes. We strained to grasp the pattern of its flight But lost our
vision to the fading night. Written by Mike.......
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