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Jul 2015
concluded in the night
with flapping, hiding,
retreating under white.

do you remember the green house,
mostly also white, i do
understand
that may be finished today.

there was a lull, no
steam left here after that
happened.

he had told me that
it all takes time

to heal.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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