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Mar 2015
stretching taller than I am,
Muscles tense, breath contracts,
Warmth of the sun rising
Beyond the hill-crest touches
My body facing that way.
Gently the breeze, still cool
From the clear night,
Let's me know what it is
To stand midway, neither
One nor the other.
George Raitt
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George Raitt
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