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Jun 2018
foggy inclines, green saplings
and pines: you always loved
the water.

you long for
elsewhere, but
the currents stirred and

you swept into the fir.
for acacia (dewdrop).
Rohan P
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Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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