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Feb 2
Trembling
Time wasting
Mind searching
For self
Who am I this morning
Cold drizzle meets a late dawn
Opens pores on bare skin
Feel free but awaiting
The Lights glance
Penetrating clouds
An hour of my truth
Absorbed into the rigors of a new day
(c)near_lane7
When we were still farming
Flatfielder
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Flatfielder  M/Canada
(M/Canada)   
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   Gideon and Thomas W Case
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