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["Brandon Bryan" <john@nematullah.com>]

Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Writhing their stunted limbs,Seen. What you know is only manifest
Seized from creation by nonentity,Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,My soul lies cracked; and when, in
its despair,
Between the high and the low, in this night.Will hear the storm-blast of his
clarion.
Or by the loud hand of painting, always puts.XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
XXI. Flying in the ArcticTrampled snow is the only rose.
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.A kind of snow, which hesitates
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeingWhat? What can you do?
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseGreen lilac buds appear that won't
survive

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