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Unhewn Wood

Unmistakable reverie now with the woods close, the pace quickens, branches lean in and whisper <blunt your sharpness, untangle your tangles, discern what is small> as I merge with the dust -- lost to the trail, the steady climb, and the affirming heat.

The sage expects no reward and does not linger.

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