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April 2013, vol 9, no 1

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Francis Masat

A Pause

A motion causes me to look up from my book. In the meadow, amongst old rubble, four young tumble and play under the watchful eyes of their parents. Last year, though, only one of the young survived the over-flights of migrating hawks. I turn back to my writing.

spring afternoon –
fewer wildflowers
this year