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Sep 2016
Even the stars are doing yoga.
Nothing has always done it,
bending into space.
This evening found me stoking
the fire,
warming by breath alone.
People are such cold little stoves.

Above the sound,
**** and give of ocean,
I heard Ariel sing.
Erin Suurkoivu
Written by
Erin Suurkoivu  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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   Keith Wilson
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