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Feb 2017
Let the snow fall. It settles where it will,
over broken rocks and the ancient hill
(the burial mound of all we once held dear).
Snow obscures the path. Everything's new from here.
Six Flowers
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Six Flowers
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     --- and The Sick Red Carnation
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