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Jan 2022
Just a  speck
but I know it's there

across the sound
waiting for the tide

to recede
and the sand bar to appear

a bridge a connection
to the past

and a spark and a flame
to future enlightenment
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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     Frances Raeburn and caroline
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