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Feb 2017
Grass, soft, in tired
eyes, shadows strewn; diamonds glint
in evening's light.
In the evening, I saw amid the grass shining points of light. I do not know what these may be; but how they shined in the dying light!
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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