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It was quiet. I saw a sweet vine, and reached out for green. The motion was indelible. I move still. And the litmus wind allows me to keep breathing. What I took is who I am. I did not ask. I do not now. I move like fluid through the place I made for where I know I am. Sheila E. Murphy ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1