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Apr 2014
the rustle of voices through the trees was serpentine

flying in between on a broomstick

lighting candle-fired branches in the

sea of dark and dry leaves that keep

my breadcrumbs and threads

hidden
Michael McLean
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Michael McLean  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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