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Nov 2016
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slightest dust
                         of white
   fell silently on the  
                                   foothills

an old doe sluffs the extra coat
trots slow towards the northeast
         her heavy breath
                     a falling cloudbank

in the distance a thrush sings to me
         or was it the morning sun
                  the entire meadow
                                 enjoyed the interlude  /
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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