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if words were lived as highest hopes every traveler journeyed as foretold every pitfall, storm and peril coped except times stumbled, a hundredfold..

bleak and sterile in white and evergreen almost colorless, bitter season of cold except a sparse berry or cardinal seen in flight or alight, red fe..

Kimo poem

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Indian Summer

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