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Watercolors of a Valley


I curve my arms over the valley,I hold this earth in my mind’s crook:river's depth and rising hills,houses and barns, woodlots, fields,fences criss-crossed, brook and road. Daily I read the changes of light:now blue as the butterfly’s wing,or [...]

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