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Winter(For C.S.)much as firebefriends a little brushand climbs - from ground, to trunk,and last, that branch -so, too, was I, and am I, andon those da..
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the last timewe cooked togetherwasa long ways back,salmon and iced water,sliced lemons, limes.sat on the back porch,--you pointed,fivetrees, not one -..
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The letterThenwe were younger,your hair in my hands,(edited out txt), always, your indifference,your trust, your kindness.Pulling back,returning, thre..
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Jan 23 2014there is a place you goasthe ship goes out in the darkness.we know it is the sea, it is there,right there,like a dark awl drilling into the..
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