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Jun 2014
It starts with a chill in the morning,
                                         Every Morning,
                           [after nights cold and wet]
                         when the light is there
                      but still  and chilly . .


Then,            as     10 - noon      approaches
                     it quickly gets hot…


           …  In the shadows of the mountain though,
                          where the sun is out of reach,
              that’s when   bones
                                                           ­    grow old again .
i don't know what this is ... just a note for later i guess

its missing something in the middle i think too..[?]
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   stéphane noir and ---
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