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Swing By Julie L. Moore Regard the swing, the sage oak seems to say as I walk past, breeze shimmying the leaves, smoke from a nearby leaf fire ruffling the air--its fragrance billowing--the wooden plank still amid the commotion, fists of hemp clenched beneath, arms steady, shouldered by the strong bough above. |
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