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Dec 2013
all things change,
except they say, one.
changes come

squirrels and disarray.

river ebbs, flows, tidal,
otter marks erased, the lane

quiet now. locals walk, leaves stir.

in passing we remember those.

birds fly up, we laugh again.

he gave red wine, will bring logs.


sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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