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even as the stone bird sang...we wrestled the chains...holding the past from its future...with the fear that spring could bring...the pond began to awake...hope wiggled in the mud... |
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even as the stone bird sang...we wrestled the chains...holding the past from its future...with the fear that spring could bring...the pond began to awake...hope wiggled in the mud... |
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