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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Blue sky, cold air

The sky is so silent, without any clouds.
The buildings become hazed in the saturating sun.
Smoke rises quickly, fades into the air.
A flag waves far in the december wind.
As I watch the airplanes fly overhead..
Streaks of white they'll leave behind.

This quiet afternoon of mine.

kmf, 12.15.04

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