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behind the IGA perimeter marked by snowfence minus thirty plus windchill I was kin to Martin Luther as he wandered home through the forest I imagine he was shot by the brilliance of moonlight on snow on stillgreen branches and fell to his knees you can't describe it in a picture in words so we took it home |
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| him from the forest | ||
| the first time | ||
| me from behind the IGA | ||
| the twenty first time |
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| I lost my breath twelve white lights dancing between branches flickering from the wind of singing o holy sight |
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