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yrteop

its hits like 
an egg on cement
from 30 stories up
takes your breath away 
slowly
like a house fire
it cuts deep
not like a knife
but a deafening cold
chilling you 
in the depths of bone
when it strikes
like lightening
you can't help 
but to wait
for it to strike again
holding your breath
you wait
to take the plunge
like a free fall
but not to the unknown
you fall in to a trance 
of hope 
that you can capture 
and loop that single moment
into a forever 
existence
as if an immovable object 
and unstoppable force
agreed that 
gravity 
never existed, 
a blink
a second glance 
leaves a wonder 
if they felt the
same

Smokey Sunset

 Red spot

 No Clouds, all smoke

 creep on creepin'

 S'more smokey

 way to smokey

 Artsy fartsy editing

 bye

Oregon on Fire

 Brake Lights

 Lightning

 On a Hill

Grainy 

pretty close