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Jul 2020
Unfold this dream
Against the light,
crafted hills and streams
Finely painted nature

Thin clouds, light rain.
Far stars, faint moon.
I sit, I look, the green moss grows
Soon becomes one with my clothes.
Written by
Ron
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     Mark S, --- and Whit Howland
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