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Jan 2014
Blossom is the word of the day.
I am imagining it
as I stand in the hallway.
I am on the hardwood floor
but I see something else around me.
There's fog
and blossoms.
I'm walking on a balancing beam,
stretching across to and from
somewhere I don't know.

And again in my room.
I am standing in a place I don't know,
but I feel special and beautiful doing so.
That's "light."
Violet Crandall
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Violet Crandall  Utah
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