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The land welcomes you back

with a snaking road that

slithers between green brown

mountains, just looming

shadows that tower in the moonlight.

The nights are porch nights,

cool like water settled after a long boil.

This land comes with a heat that crackles,

the sun a sphere that sucks up all the moisture.

It echoes with the buzz of lawn mowers and

the wet click of automatic sprinklers.

This place is saturated with nostalgia

that shimmers in the desert air,

mirages of memories that faded over time.

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  1. Secretly we spoke,
    that wise one and me.
    I said, Tell me the secrets of the world.
    He said, Sh… Let silence
    Tell you the secrets of the world.

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