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Sep 2016
oh little walk.  it rained under the trees,



the lorry was bigger than the lane, lights

shining.



oh little evening, the plane flew low



lights shining.



i am a fortunate, to live

without fear.



mostly.



with light shining.



there is a red flag flying.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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