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Aug 2016
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I sat there gazing upon a tree
when I saw a moth resting on the bark
Its wings were similar in color
with the trunk of that old oak,
I suppose to create camouflage
from predators, but I saw it
And then it saw me…

an hour later I didn’t have a shirt
Ok, I know.
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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