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I Am Santo

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Tranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact quivering lips, tensed thighs, great exhales from starved lands searching for reawakening. Succumbing is the art of greeting life’s bounty. #irispad #day11 #sept11 #recharge #photoaday #nature #bay #marsh #portsmouthnh #storm #dusk #clouds #sky #water #calmbeforethestorm #sundown #stormclouds #poem #poetry #writer #writing (at Ready for the Flood)

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