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Georgia O’Keefe; Road – Mesa with Mist
The Road

Haunt yourself.

What does the sky hunt when it is the color of the red tailed hawk?

Hope 
caught in the clouds and turned to dust, 
drifting

Freedom and loneliness balance between the ground and glory.

No footprints on the planks to paradise.

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