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2022 February 20th2016 January 7th

this winter afternoon
i stare between bare
branches of gray trees
—in the distance i see
an unreturnable past
or a dwindling future
—i can’t tell which but
the silence is sublime

—Terri Guillemets

Categories Personal Journal Tags age, aging, past, poems, trees, winter
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