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Travis Johnson



I was thinking of that desert night

with you under the full moon.

The cliffs and mountains were silhouetted

against the starry blue-black sky.


Our campfire popped and crackled long into the night

until only a glow remained.

We rose early, and drove down into the canyon.

I fell asleep as we reached the dream river,

and awoke years later

with the smell of desert sage burned into my memory.


Some memories never fade.



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