11/5/2021

Dave Bonta November 5, 2021 1

A lone crow like a town crier repeating the same bit of news: how the rising sun, newly naked, is ablaze beneath the crowns of the oaks.

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Susan Spivack
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Once again, exactly right. Many thanks,

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