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The brown hills of Earth
forget passion’s season when silver blossoms bloomed. Forget crisp snowflakes that fell like crystal sands from freezing charcoal clouds. Forget grey mornings when raindrops filled reservoirs with life’s adventure. Remember only the dry years of survival after twenty-twelve. Line count:12 Form: Haiku Group
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