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At Jack's Cabin
Up the road,
Sage and white rocks
Meet;
Gusts test
The hats of tourists;
The painted hills
Stained against heaven.
Here,
The horses hint
At silence. I
Walk away, down
To the river. The water
Rushes around the rocks.
The wind drowns.
Which skill would you choose to be world class at?
Favorite Time of Day?
Favorite Historical Figures?
Important Mentors?
Why typewriters?
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