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Landing in Dallas

as sunset dawns,

the shadows cast by tall trees

far below us

appear as icicles

on the surface of the lake.

Just a small portion of a rainbow,

a few short brushstrokes on the sky,

float over the city in the distance.

Storms kept us at bay

but yielded an opening

for the final evening flight.

Smoky orange clouds spread overhead,

formerly ominous, now calming, celebratory.

The disappearing sun

lays claim to the radiant

yellow and orange prairie fires

from one horizon to the other,

but shirks all responsibility

for the fierce storms that preceded.

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Voice Recording

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