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Nov 2014
Whose footsteps are these? Why
do they resemble leaves
without grooves? Have you been here
before?

Here begins a new trail. Whose feet planted
these bat wing trenches? If we follow them
long enough,
will we find a pond floating
under sleeping Mallards?
mary robb
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