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Tall tales and poems in a secret mountain valley.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Morning at Cahas Mountain
Yesterday.
Tractor slid, mud flying.
Great White crazed by whipped winds.
Today.
Peaceful White, curled over clay.
Hawk at pine.
Tractor waits.
Hope.
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