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Sep 2014
We came in at one end of the valley,
tired from our journey
to find respite.
So we sat for awhile,
visited the men seated in the yurt,
shared hot spiced-tea & flatbread,
not a single word was spoken,
we traded smiles & warm gestures,
then left at the other end of the valley,
as quickly as we had dropped by.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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