Between two days
cutting like slivers of ice,
the warmth of bird song.
The thin snow awaits
its transformation into
spring's rippling streams.
Hand-sawn, fresh split, stacked:
maple, apple, pine, and birch
. . . but for next year.
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The embroidered strip of felt and the accordion book of my flower photos to be continued during week 4, making it easy to grab 5 minutes a d... -
Assignment (or The Student's Lament) Use each of your spelling words in a sentence. I can't think of a sentence for hope . Use ea...
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