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ESCARPMENT
Climbing the pass
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
Published 6th May 2020
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6th May 2020 3:45pm
6th May 2020 3:59pm
Thanks LilDragonFly, unfortunately the smell of burning brake pads regularly over powered the coastal salt air. :)
