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Aug 2021
An echo of hounds
Crying out howls and barks
The flutter of birds wings
joins the spirit of sounds
as they end what they sing
and rise to embark.

The pine is still green but orange and red
across the forest floor do lie.
And unlike these birds I know
that she cannot fly.
Snowblind
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