Zeb Andrews:
Figments of reality
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Flutter and flurry
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Where our many breaths were collected
Zeb Andrews:
Even the moss was dancing this day
Zeb Andrews:
Where the wind stirs, 15 seconds
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And every one with a name
Zeb Andrews:
Life imitates life
Zeb Andrews:
Hints, suggestions and thoughts above the clouds
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live life afire
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We all went to find something different
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The day's last exclamation
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The capricious nature of light
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For me, home is where the mountains are
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Driftwood
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Fire
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Like fire for blood
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Wide Open Road
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Ascending Dog Mountain
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Palouse, Canola Field
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Ape Caves #2
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Beacon
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Ape Caves
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Palouse Infrared
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Cedar Creek Gristmill
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How to begin climbing a mountain
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A sort of homecoming
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The loneliest road
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So, turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun
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Stonehenge
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It is hard to dream up a better road, or perhaps this was but a dream
