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Sep 2013
light catches, water clears,
we stood at the bridge
and looked, all of us.

men in suits came, stood
quiety, watched the water
clear.

some left after, went back
to there usual lives. the otter
stays in his place.

clear water.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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