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Oct 2014
Mountain air so crisp
Eager sun to kiss my lips
Valley sings a song
Sweet as glacial water
Pooling, icy at my feet
Bare and cut
They pace me through
The highest mountain pass
Sam Shoyer
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Sam Shoyer  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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