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I climbed the pass again the other evening, wending between dirty snow drifts still feeding the creek in its headlong spate, following the misty track of a cloudburst; and the road glowed rose in the light of the sinking sun as I made my way over and down the other side.
I don't know poetry well enough to know what species this one is, but I do know poetry when I see it. This is so beautiful! Thank you, Jim. Love, Mary Nell
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