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Sep 2017
it is that.



i drive the route i took.



last time i saw you. we

are older now.



how appropriate that

it is a garret, they say

needs attention.

high roadside banks turn purple, those mountains mourn, rain howls bitter. taste  biting memory. hear the wind.

even. when there is no wind.

a place to work.



hen blas.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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       bones, ---, ---, Mike Adam and Weeping willow
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