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on the mesa
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strong southwest winds huff wildly for hours and push sage brush tumbleweed balls high like soap bubbles in the sky and bend six-foot strong native sunflower stalks to short weed height the dust devils dance freeform choreographies all over the ground kicking dirt into abstract swirling designs above the unassuming earth in the distance mountain silhouettes remain stalwart unaffected and not moving inside the steadfast air passing by howling away |
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Janet Cannon |
