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Aug 2015
In Algonquin, before the dawn
before they’re clouds, the fog rises
tucked under the echoing loons
above the fat smell of wet soil
before the day becomes day
before you are a person
and the light of day breaks
the green sky casts a hue
incubating the lake
until life becomes life
until you become human
Written about a canoe trip in algonquin park
Alex Hoffman
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Alex Hoffman  Toronto
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