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| © Mark Bialek |
by Lawrence Power
posted 11/25/2012
Where my imaginary line bends in woods, and pile of rocks has been founded,
Off this corner in the wild, one tree, by being deeply wounded
Has been impressed as Witness Tree, and made commit to memory
My being not unbounded.
--adapted from Robert Frost
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