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Evening breeze on a
humid summer night
cracked car windows,
play grounds,

We hand select our ingredients
some from cans,
some from dew covered misty bins.
With knife in hand,

Just a small dash of milk to my coffee
lifts the heat and takes away bitterness.
At five Ante Meridiem,
the universe cracks open, light and warmth
Spread across the Verdant Mountain valley.