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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

re: fires

California, in summer blonde
fair hair of sun-bleached hills

When living in a straw barn
be careful with the lantern...
Posted by castlewon at 10:24 PM

1 comment:

farmlady said...

"California , in summer blond" I know this well. Love this poem.

August 13, 2008 at 5:23 PM

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