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About Me
Marcia Barthelow
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Thursday, March 15, 2012
Astonishment
Those crocuses
raised from the dead
it seems.
Only a week ago
I walked by
that exact same spot
and saw nothing
but hard packed earth
lifeless and innocent.
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