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Nov 2019
crude
but the shape
of things to come

the Seine
Notre Dame
in pencil rubbings and erasures

the mind
a potter's wheel
with clay raw and ready to be tossed

Whit Howland © 2019
Word Painting.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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