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SHE WRITES WITH ME


I sit and write my memoirs atop this ancient mountain; a brook babbles below. A boy leaps headlong into a leaf pile outside my window. The sun is low in my sky, and she writes with me.



“Poetry on My Mind,” p33, (click on SHOP TAB)


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