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Feb 2012
The trees stood there amassed,
huddled like a tribe on the edge side.

Facing towards the water,
they looked forlorn,
as if they had just sent a burial out to sea.
Lark Porcenat
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Lark Porcenat
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     Mike Arms and Lark Porcenat
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