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A Hundred Gourds 4:2 March 2015

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Lew Watts - USA


This moment


And so it is, that in the last light of day, as night begins to eat its way up lilac forests in the eastern hills, the air already chilled, I take my pen and write to you as though you were still here, as though you were not still.

autumn sunset
waiting for the green flash
of your eyes



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