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Sun Gazing: Poetry by Greg Hill

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Summer’s Last   Her soft hand wound its way toward his back, tracing little swirls there. “It’s beautiful,”   she whispered gently into the cooler air. The sun’s top edge blinked above grassy dunes, and in a moment,   dissolved into the peach-hued sky. He breathed deeply, letting the flavor of salt pique a month…

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