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Faith
The lake is orange when we find himelbow deep in wetland, his whelp-like whine thrownto shore like a life line. We stand with empty hanging hands as the setting sun ...
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Prairie Winter
The eggshell graysky stares indifferentas the sun driftsacross blank fields.Curled in my burrowof blankets and sheets.The thin arch of spring peeks along the foothills.Painted under eyelids are hour-l