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20th
SMALL, SMALLER
I thought that I knew all there was to know
Of being small, until I saw once, black against the snow,
A shrew, trapped in my footprint, jump and fall
And jump again and fall, the hole too deep, the walls too tall.
Russell Hoban
19th
A MORNING WALK
Over the land over the land
I walked at morn
Singing and trembling with cold
Southern Paiute song,
translated by John Wesley Powell
JANUARY
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