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CCLXVIII

February 3, 2014

The forest pines are rockets,
frozen in time,
and as I walk through the woods,
I feel their building energy.
One day, when the earth is too old
to hold them,
and the ground has cracked,
and the lakes have drained,
the trees will find homes in the sky.

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