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Nov 2016
dog-eyed shape of ash,
                 an owl leaving
                 the cool firs;

shadow of shadow;
                floorboards creaking,
                a curtain's slight dance;

black and white as my own;
                standing in frills in a snap
                in front of a Ford Prefect
                with Dad before the war.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Lora Lee and Jonathan Witte
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