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Dawnby Nancy Clarkas strokes of early light comb boldly through the full, high-towering stands of pines and poplars. Peel-of-lemon shine in tingling strokes will brush the spiders' threads, the bluebirds' wings, touch the ripples on the lake and sculpt the heron's shadow. Now you rise and yawn. Come, linger in the feel of Southern dawn. |
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