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The Senses
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How Rivers Work
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Mud Poem
Stick-sucker Stone-slider Shoe-swallower. You are the unfixed path on the road home whose clammy hands clap my every step. You are the unfinished map written by other travellers whose footprints name each new island. You are the Earth’s glue keeping a collage of journeys in a scrapbook of decisions pressed beneath the sky. Rain-sponge Light-denier…
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To the woman – a Mother’s Day poem
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Let’s Meet!
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Nicarusmas—a Christmas Story
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Red Bike
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Saving the Ice Cream Lady!