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Connections: November 3

2014-11 - Vernon Hill - 52 (1)THERE

What calls me?

Why do I still when I look?

No blossoming tree,

no sparkling brook,

only detritus of the year.

A cramped road

though ample for the breeze.

 Whispery peace lode,

but flat binary tease:

I must abide here.

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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