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will immerse
in fire and ice
in fire and ice
I
in rhyolite color
me weave hands and soul
Moose me
the dress - thorn tipped dance
dancing
on the geyser
spray
drink greedy swallowing
feel the glow
the ancient Earth Mother
Hiking
time-resolved a merge with the wild ponies
to fog
of fire and ice
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the photo I could now, after the wonderful trip exchange, so that some of the comments on a completely different picture relates that was taken from Peter Tille Wikicommons ...
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answer poem by C. Sneyd in the comments - Muchas gracias querida Cathy:))
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