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Jan 2011
Our minds meet on a virtual plain,
while our heads still shoulder
the chores of the coming day.
If wishes would, they'd connect
on a coved beach
where sun, salt and air
would finely filter any care.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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