I walk along the coast every day. Come home at dusk. When I walk I see the sky for hours. Magnificence thundering above while I focus on the path ahead. The pictures taken by my side never never ever ever capture it. I determined to capture it. I stopped and watched, imprinted it in my mind’s eye. When I got home it flowed out. It flowed onto the brush before it was lost in the night .
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August 2018
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