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Mar 2015
We were walking on the lake
trying to get to the mainland—
(Your cabin had burned down)


*"the road home
isn't paved
but the highway to your eyes
is."
ash fault.
September
Written by
September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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   Tiffany Norman
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