Skies of blu'ed hues would transform to
purplish beet red tints, half blocked by
clouds real peppered gray'ed...Storms
gather swirls of wind, scattering dust
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So much to look at in this one Micheal.I wonder if that scarecrow really did hear anything.Love Duncan