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Hi Joann.Wow!
 What a beautiful picture you paint with your poetry & prose.
You have made my day.
 I can smell the aroma of  the coffee already around the camp fire.
 The waft of the cedarwood  log fire crackling, as the dying  embers burn with a golden orange glow made more radiant, by the stillness of the Moth hour.
The starry Milky Way  twinkles across the night sky forming a heavenly canopy.
Overhead he Night-jar weaves a silent woosh up there wending its way to its nest.
.A Barn Owl sings a musical To-wit To hoo saying all is well with the world.
Wait!
What was that "Mighty Splash"?
I must have nodded off.
Was it all a dream? And A River Runs Through It.
Tight lines!
Joseph  

On 09/24/14 7:37 PM, Joann Martinez wrote:
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Welcome to my camp fire. Pull up a log and come sit by the fire. It's a big fire and all sorts of stories are being told. Some large, some small and all true. There is hot coffee on the fire and the busicuts are still warm. The homemade blueberry jam is over your shoulder.  Cozy in for a nice chat. We'll find lots to talk about.
I have taken the time to read through your skills and have endorsed them all. If you find yourself on the same side of the river, please stop be and endorse if you will.

Just Fishin,
Joann