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April 2015, vol 11 no 1

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Diana Webb

A View


The weight of sky. Sometimes blue is just a memory. No sign of sun or moon or star. A cloud mass presses down, penetrates the very being of things.

world dark with sleet –
behind lit windows
an artist paints


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