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The woods are free of scorn.
Walk with me
In the sublimating day.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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January
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- Art in Low Sun
- Far from Atlanta
- Paradise
- The Sting of Sunrise
- Passengers
- Arctic Jungle
- Subnivean
- Castaway
- The Fallow FIeld
- Front-Runner
- Aquamarine
- Sailing
- The Space Between
- Told On the Wind In the Woods
- Understanding
- Before Daybreak
- Ice Dogs
- Sliders
- Common
- Herbicide, the Writing
- Of the Pale Tide When the Moon Has Set
- Skater In The Change
- The Gift
- Her
- Vapor
- I Heard the Sound of Coming Spring
- January Expansive
- Powerless in the Polar Vortex
- Rewrite
- Briars in WInter
- What Was There
- Let
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- First Day
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