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A Series Of Haikus Tammy Soleno Curled leaves whisper down reflecting the morning sky reaching arms of trees crept up on the sands a soft and intimate breeze through the shinning spray pool with pulsing tide hissing to the end of light rushing deep and wide unbind mystery the rays before the sunrise silver of the night valley of sundae aroma of fresh cut grass hotdogs sizzling

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