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Jan 2013
Frayed empty branches, clicking up from others ashes, coiling through the withered tubes in tune with the ever fluid flow of life, as it breaks from the ground and into the sunlight, slowly falling into the sky.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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