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  • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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    Western Video 10 (The Autumn Passage)

    The desert rocks have faded into green, Replaced by autumn’s rich and vibrant scene. Where once the sun beat down on canyon clay, A cooler splendor frames the closing day. A…
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    • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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      Western Video 9 (Shadows of the Canyon Pass)

      The desert opens like a crimson book, In every jagged stone and shadowed nook. A path of timber and of iron spine Cuts through the ancient canyon’s red design. a timeless…
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      • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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        Western Video 8 ( Echoes of Iron and Hoof)

        The desert wakes in hues of gold and rust, Where ancient silence meets the rising dust. Across the plain, a modern titan gleams, A heavy beast of iron, coal, and dreams. the…
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        • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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          Western Video 7 (Beyond the edge of the desert’s dry heat)

          Where the sagebrush and salt-spray finally meet, A line of six riders moves steady and slow, Across sands where the tide used to ebb and to flow. The sky is a canvas of…
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          • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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            Western Video 6 (Riders of the Painted Range)

            The sky hangs like a canvas, broad and impossibly blue, Where towering clouds of ivory rise, fresh with morning dew. They drift like silent ships of steam across a mountain…
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            • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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              Western Video 5 (The Valley of the Golden Sun)

              A tapestry of canvas wakes to greet the morning sky, Where painted mountains rise to meet the clouds that drift on high. Like monuments of indigo, they guard the sweeping…
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              • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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                Western Video 4

                The ancient mountains rise where eagles fly, Their jagged peaks of slate and silver-gray Reach up to touch the soft, retreating day. A sliver of a moon, a pearly crest, Sits…
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                • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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                  Western Video 3

                  Under a ceiling of infinite, vibrant blue, Where the cotton-tail clouds break the sunlight through, The desert stretches its canvas of rust, Of sun-baked clay and shimmering…
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                  • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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                    Western Video 2

                    The canvas opens wide and grand, Upon a sun-bleached, rugged land, A frontier town of wood and stone, Where history's quiet seeds are sown. The sky explodes in brilliant…
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                    • colinpowerman (25)in Threespeak • last month
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                      Western Video 1 (Where the Border Secrets Hide)

                      The sky hangs heavy with an amber hue, In the stylized landscape of Where the old frontier is born anew, Painted in shades of copper and rust. A dusty highway cleaves the town, Under the gaze of the canyon’s
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