November 10, 2016November 10, 2016 Pat Cegan Smoke Smoke fog, haze, morning mists mysterious, creating illusions until the Sun comes out burns the haze away revealing the world in all its splendor. Share with a friend:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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Great poem illustrated by an amazing photograph!
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Great piece!
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Thank you Pat. Hugs, Barbara
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