--Greg KuzmaSo much that is weak has survivedand lives out its long wondrous dayswith only the least of annoyance.The grim and holy, the loud and reckless,pass them, making their great surfacedisruptions. So much that is weak andslight has bloomed beneath the dark browof the storm. Rage, rage, or whisper,everything fades. The tall trees of theyard, the small dry walnut shells.
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