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Aug 2014
I search for wood in the darkest hour
In the coldest forest amid the trees
Facing the wicked winds with valour
At a toppled tree, I bend down on my knees
Collect the lumber dry and frozen
I rise and begin my journey back
Wherewith the fuel now chosen
A simple light is all I lack
David Leger
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David Leger  21/M/New Brunswick, Canada
(21/M/New Brunswick, Canada)   
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