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Upper Rogue | Clear stream slides quickly Crashing over lava rocks Mist becoming sky Canyon Sound I shout from canyon To basalt hills so ancient They return no sound Deep Pool Silent swimmers deep In darkness of frothy pool Unseen and knowing Grey wisps of dry moss Hanging from old oak in sun Thirsty for winter
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