July 20th 2016

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one
····telephone pole after another—morning’s mist
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There is a little brook out back of my back door—just three or four steps and you’ll stand in water. Every summer, crossing the bridge to the barn, I’ll catch sight of one or two fish.
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also
····returning to its source—a brook trout swims
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