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May 2013
we have no idea of the date here

having travelled the years

long dusty paths, near lakes

and visiting, flying

among swallows, perfume led.



talking with the old ones,

music made with wood

and moving homes.

this is the place

they lived.



we did not forget the upper stories.



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Sonja Benskin Mesher
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