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Feb 2015
sat sat quietly sipping tea
from a porcelain cup
her head ever so slightly
tilted to the side
with a fixed gaze looking
past the sun lit window
as if someone she knew
would be coming
rising from her chair cleaning the table
save for one cup and saucer
which now glimmering
in the rising sun
showed a tiny web
of unknown time
denis j ryan harman
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denis j ryan harman  north georgia
(north georgia)   
438
   Onoma
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