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Keeping the Circle
There is still time. There are still forests of aspen and pine, Mountain places where the trails peter out And the winds begin, Trackless tundra, Dark-gliding swamps, Grasslands that have never been mown. And the earth has mysterious ways of reclaiming its own, Sends violets to push a pavement apart And a sliver of birdsong to pierce the heart. Elise Maclay
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