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picnicking ruins
briar up, heather
raspberry ripe
a frolic
lambswhite
hills granity green
then listen!
imagine a summer storm
not yet
it’s now
thistle and bee are solemnly one
look through the grass
through the tree
to the stream
here’s forest down mountain
patched from the sky
the track now leading me off
who knows where?
has to have brought me this far
a story is letting me tell
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