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Nov 2021
In the night
After humans' washing up
Splashed water lies upon the floor.

The spider traveling
Approaches the mirage,
Finds water real and abundant

Insect blood quest paused,
Water treasure found,
Clear thirst sated.
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  64/M/Minnesota
(64/M/Minnesota)   
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