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Jul 2014
A grasshopper is dead on my windowsill.
It's hopped its last hop.
A bee rest gently next to it.
It's rested on its last flower.
Beyond that though, they are alive.
They aren't alive in the archaic sense,
but their footprint is all around us,

beyond my windowsill.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
(California)   
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   Alice and SG Holter
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