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whip-poor-will sings
at daybreak....
tires burning scent
someone keeps setting wood fires and putting car tires on them. I have called the forest rangers and they said there is nothing they can do about it. The smoke settles in the hollow on the creek just a few feet from my home and it makes me sick.
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2024
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