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Tumble through opening dawn and
Dusky orange welled up behind the Rocky Mountains as the setting sun poured forth light that overflowed the sky-aspiring earth. Countless individual motes of dust and droplets of water in the unusually humid Colorado air melted into a single viscous glow that rolled over the foothills and flooded the plains beneath.
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Thu, August 14, 2008 - 3:21 PM
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