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Wayfinding
Winter falls from the sky and bends
the hemlock branches. They kneel
to touch the ground.
Snow: heaven come to earth.
Footsteps, like owl wings,
soft on the roadless road.
My imprint disappears
as soon as its mark is made.
Wayfinding
Winter falls from the sky and bends
the hemlock branches. They kneel
to touch the ground.
Snow: heaven come to earth.
Footsteps, like owl wings,
soft on the roadless road.
My imprint disappears
as soon as its mark is made.
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