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Jan 2021
I watch the small birds
chop across caroled glen,
bunch split on branch,
push through bitter yard.

In this way I have missed you,
stirring myself thing to thing
in the same small spaces -
finding only thinness to rest on.
Evan Stephens
Written by
Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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     ---, Carmen Jane, BLT, Thomas W Case and ju
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