BORN FROM SNOW, THE STREAM... Born from snow, the stream fell down the mountain: it crashed up above from ledge to ledge then slid across black rock that lent it color. It gathered in a rippling pool. Where it went then one could not say. It burned its way into the earth somewhere below. It came up rosy in our hands and fell out clear. Later I put m…
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