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Solitude for BreakfastSand. Seagrass. Wind. / You are fed. / Solitude for breakfast.
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The Back RoadsThe Back Roads / Somehow, you always take the back roads. / Narrow. Twisty. The long way around. / S
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Why I BelieveThe thing is, the lesson is, I survived. / Never mind the rust or the abandonment / or the sabotage
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A Constant TemptationIt is a constant temptation, / to get in the boat that brought you / and row again, not home / but t
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A Change of HomesOutside it is snowing, just a bit. / Twelve years in and it still seems odd / Vermont, cold and with
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The EffortAt some point, you realize / it is more than wanton destruction / or the need for an outlet. / There
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TrespassersI am thankful for the trespassers. / for those who dared breach my walls / gently but firmly, who pa
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A Stranger's CityIt has been a year since you visited the city. / walked its streets with its crowds of infinite vari
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Transparent and DarkTransparent and Dark / The old venue reaches across the boardwalk, / its magic long evaporated, / a
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Rust on the WheelsOutside the rail car is untouched. / Seventy years old and it appears ready / for the next journey /
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