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Poetry
a spark of light caught my eye and then another and another they came and went like miracles, whatever those may be
out of the car and into the woods,
walking a snowless early winter trail,
so many browns beneath the feet...
A monarch butterfly flutters among the bushes and flowers beside the pond.
Memories rise up...
They disposed of their enemies, killing seventy-five thousand of their foes. Skunk cabbage flowers are popping up in wooded wetlands...
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