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annh Feb 8
Spooling shallows,
In which spring reflected,
Soothes the jagged edges,
Of today's unwelcome certainties.
Seasonally out of sync, I know. This wee poem was written in the spring of 2017. I remember the day well as I lost thousands of photos in a glitch-filled download. Went for a walk. My default approach to life's problems.

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