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May 2016
I could still smell lavender, hinted
winds from the east I’d once caressed.
And I could still smell that Lavender
When I look down to watch the ants
scurry. Once more, I could still smell
Lavender come empty and my life In
a bubble atop the world. And at last,
the Lavender’s gone, when trees root

elsewhere.
Rooted, uprooted, rooted.
Liam C Calhoun
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Liam C Calhoun  Guangzhou, China
(Guangzhou, China)   
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