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May 2010
Like metal to the magnet.

Drawn like butter for lobster.

Like sand to the shore

As sap to the tree.

But why.

But How.

But when?

Like hops and barley to an ale.

The peak to the mountain.

Sediment to the stream.

Scent to the nose.

Oh My.

Oh wow.

Oh how poignant.
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