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Feb 2017
In that park, wooded
so, the great pines weave, standing--
drunken giants.
The sight of all the pines extending below me down the hill, criss-crossed every which way, leaning far on their rooted anchors.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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   Elizabeth Squires, --- and unnamed
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