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Dec 2013
They are bare,
they bear branches too,
the branches are bare,
that makes them naked,
not quite naked though,
there is a skiff of white in
plain sight on the trunk,
and if each branch was an
arm there is a layer of snow
to stay the harm of a cold wind,
there is also a lining of snow,
in every crotch, don't you know?
where one or more
branches grow from the trunk, the crotch
so maybe they are not so naked
just more beauty, in the mystery
that was seen by these eyes.


©DWE122013
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Nat Lipstadt, --- and ---
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