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Behind the Curtain |
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Indian Market, Fiesta and the smell of fry bread on the plaza has come and gone, Halloween is around the corner, I walked off a brick job... The moon is so bright on the crisp night making the peaks glow magically a starlight hue. I saw some very odd lights zig-zagging up and away outside my airstream. I have been playing my Bansuri at night feeling a bit longing... ![]() |
