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Sep 2013
Retrieving Shang
The feathers of the trees turn to ash
The wind dances coldly
The air smells of summer's death
And winter's rebirth
I realize the earth is a phoenix
And I am happy
Ellen Bee
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Ellen Bee  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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