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Poet: Hannah Earley
It is when one is alone that one begins to observe nature and love her Most beautiful are the woods with their line of birches But this shadow moves like a ghost through the dim trunks, I see their dark forms These silent figures These enemies of ours so close up In the darkness
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Reese Wedrall
