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 "her path to integrity"

"to listen"


square mouths talk
around this round table
yet what i hear,
as i gaze beyond the window,
is the melody of the wind and
the voice of the rustling leaves.
ever notice
that when such a wind blows
all bend in the same direction?
a message, perhaps.


"to listen"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
18may06







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