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Dec 2014
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What is she thinking
Cross-armed and leather-eyed
Lost in the television
Is she hibernating or withering?
Throw a little water on her face
It's just a season. In another month
She'll be fresh-cheeked, light on her lips
Tip-toeing around the glass
Like a ballerina
Tongues
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Tongues  Mammoth Lakes
(Mammoth Lakes)   
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