colorado
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Last night I stood on my balcony and watched the light of a wildfire crest one of the foothills that grace the horizon. This morning I awoke with woodsmoke in my lungs and a haze across the sky. Soon, the sun will turn red. When I go to work later today, I will leave this…
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Paint a picture of the American West for me. Paint me sprawling yellow deserts and blue mountains reaching to the heavens, arches of red rock and dusty ghost towns beneath stone spires. Draw me the abandoned mine shafts, the long lonely highways. I want to hear the sad twang of guitar between that night sky…
from the pen of icarus blake 