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  1. Love how the light lingers, along with friendships. Brings to mind Buson's poem:

    lighting one candle
    with another—
    spring twilight

    and John Thompson's poem:

    graveyard shift—
    lighting one cigarette
    with another

  2. mosquitoes
    avoid the sour smoke
    chain linked friends

    __Yours, a nifty picture of friends "sharing," John H; the friends are -linked-, Chain smokers ? _m

  3. Thanks for the comments – amazing knowledge;
    and then there was:

    …marijuana
    smoke drifting from the café
    sun wheeling through clouds….

  4. Excellent, John!

    When I was a smoker, I remember that feeling of connection with other smokers when we were all outside an office building or conference venue. This reminded me of that (although I'm glad I stopped! :) )

    marion

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