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One Aspen
Aspen grove
Separate trunks
Thrust skyward
Shaking golden leaves
Whispering tambourines
I cannot see the forest
For this tree
Separate bodies
Milling about
Shaking hands
Whispering gossip
I no longer see the selves
For this humanity
Sunday 22nd January 2017 5:55 pm
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