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A Hundred Gourds 1:4 September 2012
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Adelaide B. Shaw - US

Dusk

It is quiet now. No cars on the road. No neighbors about. The light is going. Overhead, a solid cloud cover. A breeze stirs the pines creating a rushing sound as of a stream pulsing over rocks. After a few seconds it reaches the copper chimes on the porch, sounding its bell tones, low and fleeting.

summer -
the gentle way
you touch my hand

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