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Jun 2016
My shadow
.

I saw a shadow
         and wondered if it was mine
So I asked it,                
it looked at me like I was stupid . . .

                                . . .  it was my shadow
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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