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Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

Foothills at Sunset

Broken clouds—
a grammar of silence.

The mountain waits,
its edge dissolving
into violet air.

Light departs,
leaving only the memory of flame.

Between earth and sky
a pause—
the foothills speak nothing,
yet all is said.

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