but like acid to the alkaline
our hands will grow a garden
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earth note 44
the mist along the beaver river
leaves a crooked path
for those who follow in its
footsteps
an orange morning cloud is surrounded
by gray ones
may be the face of a seeker
a passion shiftless unfulfilled
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