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Dec 2015
The past is ashen
rumor of fire
rekindled for light and warmth.

The future is rain
feathers of potential
flights fated yet to fall.

All that is a moment both
stillborn, immortal
sand castles built amidst
emergent tides and tidings.

Life is to collect
a thousand nows
and trade among
the souvenirs.
Laughing Wolf
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Laughing Wolf
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   Alice Baker
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