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71Poem: The Forest
by barranca
The Forest The loggers leave a path: mud streaks, hewn branches, stumps, scarred trees, boulders askew- marks left as if a titan has been dragged screaming through the forest. The formerly peaceful walk... published 17 months ago
53Central Park Christo Installation: Gates
by barranca
It was a beautiful fall day. Christo's gates were a grace. published 17 months ago
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