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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Under the Shadows of the Wood

Severed branch
reaching up from the grass
waving to me
beckoning me to follow.

Whattya think, Hamlet?
Do I go?
Posted by Adrian Neibauer at 8:18 AM
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