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1 " grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem " In a BishopsWood Clearing "
2 " The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem " In a BishopsWood Clearing "
