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Jun 2015
I listen to the silence,
the darkening side of dusk,
light's last reflection
frozen in lake ice.

Close by, woods,
trees fading into darker places
the nearer branches picked out clear
against the deeper snow.

Between the trees,
deer.
Written by
John Summers  Wales and Ontario
(Wales and Ontario)   
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   Nicole Dawn
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